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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 1:05 am
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Carmine had just been stacking and taping and stacking and taping, paying no mind to anyone or anything else. He was on a mission to build the best box fort that ever was.
Suddenly there was a crashing, crunching noise as someone came into his box fort. Peeking around the wall that he was working on, Carmine wasn't able to see who the intruder was, only which box had been trampled.
He popped over to the box and peeked inside. There was another boil in there and he was starting to fall asleep! A little bit confused, Carmine began to lightly prod the other student, "Hey," he wasn't very loud either and the cardboard box muffled his voice.
Prodding a bit harder, Carmine spoke louder, "HEY. WHO ARE YOU?"
What a great way to make new friends.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 10:52 pm
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Startled by the sudden shouting and prodding, the Kasha yelped and leapt out at the offending voice, pinning the bat demon to the ground, breathing heavily in the other boil's face as though he were Dirge's prey. Gold eyes blinked and searched the much smaller boil, recognizing that he wasn't a threat, or much for a meal. He backed off, tail bristled and ears perked in high alert, but he covered a yawn with a closed fist.
"Well, no s**t you ain't my mummy." He mumbled, pushing his mane out of his eyes. "But who are you, and why'd you go and wake me up?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 5:28 pm
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Dirge nodded slowly, trying to stifle his own yawns that Carmine was now passing on to him, because the Kasha had given them to the bat boil. Oh, what a cycle that was. "Sure, man. Anything to get away from class." Dirge hated classes - they just made him want to sleep even more. Honestly,what was wrong with eating snacks, napping, and playing video games all day?
Dealing with a bunch of gangsters was tiring, after all. Maybe this nap fortress was just what he needed. "Ah, yeah. That was a fun thing - the House Cup." Not that Dirge had done much but run the obstacle course. His Mummy had called him home immediately after, because she missed him and whatever.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 9:04 pm
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Dirge's initial slowness to respond to the other Demon may have painted the tiger boil a tad stupid, and Carmine wouldn't be too off, if he'd made the assumption. But, Dirge was also processing whether or not the boil's question was meant to be insulting. Dirge liked to give creeple the benefit of the doubt, because Jack knew the Kasha himself needed it. "I'm good at liftin' stuff, moving things around. Heavy objects aren't any trouble, for me." He nodded, goofy grin showing his fangs.
He gave Carmine a salute, and started moving some of the larger boxes, a few at a time, together to build a solid wall foundation. "Where'd you get all these boxes, anyway? Some sleep store havin' a going out of business sale?"
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