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Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 11:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2018 9:39 am
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He'd almost turned to leave when the door opened and he found himself yanked inside. Oh god, the noise. He resisted the urge to clamp his hands over his ears and instead settled with a sour look aimed at the taller boy. "How do you even hear yourself think in here?" He rolled his eyes, silently saying 'as if' to the question of having missed him. He'd mostly shown up because Perore had been mentioned.
Freed from his hold, Deimos looked around the club until Cerpin shoved one of the pamphlets into his hands. He stared down at it, eyes narrowed as he read it over. Right...he'd seen advertisements on the way out of Four Fronds. "Yeah I saw this, looks like garbage. Wait, what?" He looked up, blinking stupidly at Cerpin as if he didn't quite believe his ears. Which, he didn't. He started to speak again, but Perore herself made an entrance.
He looked back at her, unable to help a grin spreading over his face. "Hey Perore. I dunno if I'd call this helpin' more like unpaid forced volunteerin'. You didn't say anythin' about havin' to go out and do advertisin' stuff Cerpin." He turned his attention back to the purpleblood. "What's helpin' with booths even mean?"
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