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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2011 1:10:04 GMT -5
"What, now that I know you're dead and you have sharp teeth, what's to like?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 31, 2011 1:11:41 GMT -5
Herbert elbowed him.
"I meant in these clothes-"
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2011 1:12:49 GMT -5
"Christ, Herbert, I haven't looked at your clothes - I'm drunk!"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 31, 2011 1:14:16 GMT -5
"You noticed my hair-"
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2011 1:17:30 GMT -5
"But th'hair's all white and ghostly- th'clothes're just a bunch of blackness in the general blackness of the room-"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 31, 2011 1:19:49 GMT -5
"I thought you might like darker clothes," Herbert murmured. "You liked me in yours- and I'm still mostly blond, thank you-"
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2011 1:20:54 GMT -5
"I'm going to- going to go to bed-"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 31, 2011 9:23:42 GMT -5
"All right, dear..."
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 1, 2011 0:14:20 GMT -5
Tybalt stumbled in the general direction of his bedroom.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 1, 2011 21:10:27 GMT -5
Herbert made sure the bed was ready, and then went back to help Tybalt into it.
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 5, 2011 4:07:06 GMT -5
Tybalt muttered something so drunkenly incoherent the correct verb was probably "burbled".
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 5, 2011 22:54:34 GMT -5
Herbert smoothed Tybalt's hair back, leaned to kiss his temple, and then rose to leave.
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 5, 2011 22:59:59 GMT -5
Tybalt snored gently.
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