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Subject: Who's a pickles? Demmy?


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Eryk
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Date Posted: 05:27:42 09/09/02 Mon
In reply to: Aerian 's message, "Where's the pickle!?" on 20:44:10 09/08/02 Sun

Eryk, pleased with the smell of the air, ran back down the stairs to beam on Maurice. "It's so nice up there, why don't you ever come up any more Maurice?" he asks. Maurice sat in in his chair, comfortable, apparently the thought of moving was the last thing on his mind. His arms were crossed, laying over his stomach, flat from a bit less food than one should normally get, but he was content. He opened his squinty, eyes, peering through wrinkles to see the one speaking to him.

"Why don't I? Because, sooner or later Eryk, you will find out how cruel the world is up there, how cold it really is dispite all that sun. Plus.. the sun is bad on my skin..." he replied calmly. Eryk lets out a laugh, a hearty one that almost didn't fit a boy of his age. Oh well, there were always his secrets that he didn't tell people, and no one knew how long he'd really been around on this world after all. He had to thank the elven blood in his mother for that, and thank he blood in his human father for his normal appearance. It was so odd how all those gentics got passed down, he always wondered where he got his eye color though, such an odd blue-purple.... maybe it was his father.... Did it really matter? No, of course it didn't, all that mattered was that he was there right then, doing all the normal stuff a good little half elf should do, like stealing.

Spotting Aerian out in the distance as she was limping towards the door he started waving slightly, not all too wild, for he thought she probably wouldn't like the attention. He waited for her to get to the door.

"Good afternoon.." he smiles. "You heading up to the outside world as well.... sun's excellent right now.." His eyes were squinted so one could see the cheesy smile that he possessed.

(yes.. i know i went into un -nessicary detail in there.. got to practice making long posts!)

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**shifty eyes** I didn't say nuthin' 'bout no pickles.Voko, Jyleal13:28:43 09/09/02 Mon


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