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Date Posted: 14:45:30 06/20/03 Fri
Author: Alairic
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 63.150.225.80
Subject: :: Play Games With The Devil And You're Going To Lose ::
In reply to: Ferdie 's message, "~Reality~" on 10:16:00 06/17/03 Tue

*gaze narrowed from his position in the shadows, a low growl rummbled forth from the back of his throat. He had actually come to see his Kossy-kins and to give her a gift he had found that reminded him of her, but seeing the scene laid out before him, he found himself wanting to choke the living daylights out of Ferdie [amoung other things >.< Rooren! Help! Alairic's been threatening to go blow something up in town! *cries* And my Visa can't handle THAT kind of trauma!]. Seems his little gift would have to wait... Grunting as an intense hurt crossed his line of vision, the male figure stummbled forth clutching at his temples, cursing rather foully and avoiding their glances. Oh how Alairic would like to line a cloak with Ferdie's pelt at the moment... if only this pain wasn't wretchedly jarring. Another day. Another day. Time was indeed on his side. Forcing his figure to straighten, his eyes were only for Kosses as they had been from the moment he had admitted to himself what his feelings were. Mummbling an apology to Kosses, he took a step toward the door, grasping the bedpost for support and cast a venomous glare to Ferdie filled with dark promises of pain. Ah, seems someone has decided to mess with the bull and now they were about to get the horns.*

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