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Post by Tybalt on Feb 8, 2011 22:35:58 GMT -5
"Fine," he countered.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 8, 2011 22:36:55 GMT -5
"FINE."
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 8, 2011 22:37:40 GMT -5
Tybalt caught himself moments away from repeating the same word and with a huff he turned on his heel and left for it.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 8, 2011 22:40:17 GMT -5
"Nnn," said Herbert.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 8, 2011 22:42:04 GMT -5
Down the hallway, Tybalt was saying, "Gah!" at the same time.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 8, 2011 22:43:15 GMT -5
Herbert sighed and picked up a book.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 8, 2011 22:45:54 GMT -5
Tybalt came out from his room after an hour had crawled on by, storming immediately into the living room. "Do you even move?" he demanded before turning on his heel and pacing behind the sofa, back and forth.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 8, 2011 22:49:03 GMT -5
"I'm comfortable. Most people are capable of being still-"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 8, 2011 22:50:34 GMT -5
Tybalt stopped pacing, ran to the back of the couch, leaned over, and said through his teeth, "You are not most people."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 8, 2011 22:53:59 GMT -5
"Oh, I know," he said idly. "That's what makes me special and all that nonsense."
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 8, 2011 22:57:32 GMT -5
"Grah," said Tybalt ineffectually, storming off.
The man was so like Mercutio in that phrase that Tybalt could have kissed him, or more likely, hit him in the face until he bled.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 8, 2011 23:00:00 GMT -5
Herbert jumped up to look back at him.
"We can go do something-"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 8, 2011 23:02:21 GMT -5
"I'm hungover!"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 8, 2011 23:04:06 GMT -5
Herbert stared, trying to make sense of the signals he was getting off of his new roommate.
"Well, yes, but-"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 8, 2011 23:06:50 GMT -5
"I feel like throwing up on something. Nnnnng. I need to go buy something for breakfast, don't you have anything in this place?" he demanded of Herbert, though it was more of a rhetorical question, as he moved from the other room back into the living room and passed down the hall.
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