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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 12:09:04 GMT -8
Ricky growled a bit, readjusting his cap--again. Bast's Fangs his brother had a habit of that. "Fine! Leave off!"
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Post by amanika on Nov 11, 2010 12:27:12 GMT -8
Taradan's response was a low growl of his own, but he said nothing, they'd arrived back at the arpartment building. Besides, he told himself, if Ricky thought that was bad, he was lucky he was too young to have been a part of the scraps Taradan had with his other brothers in his late teens, he'd knocked the second eldest out cold once, though he hadn't meant to.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 12:29:36 GMT -8
Ricky darted ahead of his eldest brother, up the last flight of stairs and to the apartment door. There were days he wished he was a hell of a lot older.
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Post by amanika on Nov 11, 2010 13:26:30 GMT -8
Taradan let Ricky go, glancing at his watch again before following behind, he wouldn't have long to stay now, he hoped it would be enough to avoid his mother's concern, though at least he'd be well out of there by the time his father returned.
((Good place to finish up methinks?))
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 13:55:09 GMT -8
((yep))
Ricky set his earnings ont he table and ducked into one of the two siderooms, leaving his mother and brother alone.
[Thread End]
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