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Bob the Dragon (Login BobTheDragon)
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Posted Jan 30, 2007 12:29 AM
((Edit: Pictures added. mmm... Artpad))
Selt stopped, temporarily speachless. There were many things the lad had seen and heard before. Many odd questions and comments directed towards the young miscreant. Really, you'd think he'd be prepared for ANY query at this point.
The problem was, Selt was not used to being trusted. This was strange, new, and highly frightening. And confusing, can't forget that.
Contemplating the issue (at a much less in-depth level, since his brain works much like that of a bowl of a dozen goldfish, each individually wired to electric rods and typewriters) Selt slowly picked up his pot and plopped it onto his head. It made a squishy "sploot" sound as all collected fine fish particals drippled in a paste down his bright blue hair. The paste made obscene noises as the air in the pot was forced out of the goop.
Selt remained silent, in case Jan happened to want to reconsider his query and refine his terms. Perhaps, only including the flying young black-hair individual or the gentleman who managed to release a bomb only posts before fall unconscious.
Besides, Selt lived in an arbitrarily chosen back alley. Most people didn't ask to sleep in those.
((yeah, I've meant to post this the whole time, but I just don't feel like photoshoping this. :/))
((Oh! Gonna try out my signature thing!))
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