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(08-31-2017, 05:30 AM)finny. link Wrote: this kills me each time
Quote:Zach began to take the lead stepping in front of her, just for the hell of it. When the question popped up, he almost froze, but only for a second, before he continued on. Something caught his attention and he walked up to it. It was an old shack. Something that was too broken down to get into, but he could look into it. It was small. Extremely small. "This thing is probably like, seven hundred years old." he said, backing up to look it up and down. "Probably there when the Indians were and such" It was definitely his high talking, but he didn't think about it. Turning around, stick still in hand, he swiftly (as swiftly as someone with someone with not as great reflexes could) moved behind her, pressing thing stick to her neck. "Beg for your life." he said jokingly. The randomness, obviously was stalling, but he knew he couldn't hold it for long.
THIS WILL ALWAYS BE ICONIC
[align=center][font=arial][I]so, i heard the world doesn't revolve around me /:
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