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he gazes 'pon the boards, nodding a touch, eyeing them intently. Indeed tis where they lay, and you are very much so forgiven, aslong as you accept my apology aswell?

his eyes linger upon her words, almost confused, perhaps just tired, physically and mentally, seeming tried, easily seen in his writing, with a simple reply left. No need to apologize, perhaps I am the one who should be sorry, I do believe, you and I have much to discuss, infront of our...

he lofts a brow, almost ponderin' what she means, his eyes dim down, starin' hard and long at those words, almost unable to really appreciate the meaning, or perhaps lookin for the meaning. I like you the way you are rose, hmm perhaps even more so, I don't mind so much anythin' really, I'm...

he chuckles a bit as his eyes pass by, taking in a moment to begin a reply, though pauses, quietly studying something before beginning his quick reply. I object you to not bein' here damnit! Beside the hells is evil, seriously, in so many eyes people just think oh good gods, it looks...

food tends to make my character ghost...espcially during lunch and dinner times....aswell as alcohol....I blame Ariel though, Bundy got me addicted...

he chuckles in amusement, the smell of Ted surrounding him, as he holds him in his arm with a grin, beginning to reply slowly, then blinks a bit with a chuckle at something, popping into his mind .....silence..... I think we've evolved onto each other, I guess we're more then friends now, or...

his eyes glaze across with a usual confidence returned to them, aswell as a bit of a smile, holding the bear in his arm with a light grin. I think I'm the bear, watchin' that tree grow out in the forest, waitin' for somethin' to come along and when it does...i go rawr. I feelin' very much...

I swear, I will find this creator of this game called the World Of WarCraft and slay them with the sword of a 1000 truths!!!!!! In the mean time, seriously, Ashton Landale...and Ahrta...where have they gone too....!...!...!

Hey where did Bhryn go to again? I wanna poke her in the side cos well...James is that damn good...

he comes by, picking up the teddy, giving it a sniff then a blink, and just takes it up in his arm against his chest, with a warm smile. Aye, perfect, reminds me of some ones touch, hmm, so perhaps you and I will meet soon, I cannot wait. Its the waitin' that is almost insane to me, I sit...

he sluggishly takes it with a sigh then begins to post with a light smile, followed up by a sneeze from a man his size. My fire burns brighter then ever even in this dim time, watch it, its for you to never feel cold.

he continues a post in the manner as the same, yet a bit more strength has come a bit back to his pen hand Even I, can fall ill, though I'm not the end all be all, be ware to anyone else though, there is a nasty flu spreadin' about, apparently I'm not sure why, or what it does, just makes you...

he passes by, seeming a bit exhausted again, perhaps, his writing sloppy, asthough his hand can barely lift the pen, the usual joy in his lettering, dimmed a bit, as he simply moves to reply In all honesty, I'll never do marriage...oi...did it three times, didn't work, I seem to be coming down...

he quietly reads, upon a frown, knowing he just missed her, he responds in a quick way. Well atleast we've defied many an odd, We're not married, and we don't have kids, unlike some how half the people i've seen here within a months time acquire...I can't really explain it either, rather funny...

as he comes by, he begins a post, a bit sloppy in his writing, asthough he is rather worn out. I am sorry I wasn't there last eve, I'm a touch under the weather, my eyes wander bout, but stand still at times, lately I've been loosing a bit of focus aswell, I'll explain when you and I speak...

as he passes by this early in the mornin, perhaps he's been out late, its almost hard to decifer, as tis rather early, or late, pending on the point of view, lending out a light hearted laugh, the fresh brew of hazel nut and whiskey, rich aroma spread around him, as he writes, perhaps slightly...

his eyes pass by with amusement and a light chuckle, beginning to read upon, then immedietly responding. You're just frightenin', that frightenin' aye...so do tell, oh please do tell, exactly now, where the lines of good and evil cross, that grey area, you see, tis my hat, and we'll meet that...

I'm dragging Fatora along! She says she'd love to...and well...she said she'd bring pork!!!!!! and BBQ SAUCE! PULLED PORK SAMMICH!!!!!

his eyes sparkle lighty, almost glistened over, not sure what brings a man on the verge of tears, nor what they are from as his lips curl, fingers cascade gently across the workings of Ariel, bowing his head to complete silence, closing his eyes, and beginning a small pen I'm waitin' for you...

he chuckles some, reading the post, then begins a post of his own, pondering a bit. Ripplin' across the water, I'll make a wave of style and splash with the charisma of a simple laugh, echoing out, your writing seems to be different now that I read, perhaps you were busy when you first posted...