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Post by Mello on Jan 22, 2009 18:16:34 GMT -5
Mello was glad that he no longer seemed to be skipping, but now he had developed a new walk. Two steps forward, glance over his shoulder to check the wolf wasn't about to jump him. Two steps forward, glance over his shoulder...
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Post by L on Jan 22, 2009 21:29:39 GMT -5
L grinned whenever the kid looked back, hoping to keep his company less discomfitted. All it managed to do was make him look demented.
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Post by Mello on Jan 23, 2009 3:28:40 GMT -5
Mello nearly tripped over a rock when the wolf gave him an 'I'm gonna eat you' grin.
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Post by L on Jan 23, 2009 18:12:01 GMT -5
L figured the trip was as good a cue as any, and he ran up behind the blond and said, "Gee, that basket looks heavy. I could carry it for you, if you'd like?"
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Post by Mello on Jan 23, 2009 18:16:41 GMT -5
He eyed him suspiciously. "No thanks."
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Post by L on Jan 24, 2009 1:39:29 GMT -5
"Oh my I insist! Since you're still a teenager, if you keep carrying heavy things, it could stunt your growth."
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Post by Mello on Jan 24, 2009 4:22:11 GMT -5
"But..." He didn't have many shots left in his gun. He may need to use the basket as a bludgeon.
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Post by L on Jan 24, 2009 16:46:04 GMT -5
L eyed the basket hungrily.
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Post by Mello on Jan 24, 2009 16:59:24 GMT -5
Mello clutched it to his chest, mistaking the hungry look as aimed at him.
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Post by L on Jan 24, 2009 23:47:43 GMT -5
L reached one hand out to take the basket.
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Post by Mello on Jan 25, 2009 3:46:40 GMT -5
Mello stepped backward quickly.
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Post by L on Jan 25, 2009 14:32:08 GMT -5
L jerked his hand back and furrowed his brow. His mistake, it was too soon for this move. Gotta get him to trust me first...
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Post by Mello on Jan 25, 2009 14:34:51 GMT -5
Mello backed up, stumbling as he caught his heel on a fallen branch.
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Post by L on Jan 26, 2009 21:38:48 GMT -5
L lunged forward to make sure the basket stayed safe!!
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Post by Mello on Jan 27, 2009 3:18:59 GMT -5
Mello stepped back in mid-stumble, landing on his butt with the basket clutched safely to his chest.
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