OPEN [✧] CLINGING TO A LITTLE BIT OF SPINE

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]this airport place sure has a lot of stuff. including food wrappers. strange-looking food wrappers. rome nearly pisses himself when one blows right into his face, but he recovers quickly, tearing it off with a displeased grunt. they continue tripping over candy wrappers, hamburger wrappers, and all kinds of wrappers as they walk around. finally, completely done with it, he yells, "WHY THE FUCK DO YOU LIKE ME GO AWAY."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=# borderwidth=0px; height: NUMBERpx; width: 425px;][justify]ARADIA ARCHER-CIPHER
    ⋆⋆⋆ "Why do I like you?" Aradia asked, flickering off her invisibility to reveal that she was a few feet away from the wolfdog. She tilted her head slowly, her red eyes unblinking as she pondered the question that she believed was meant for her. "You are honest, and aren't afraid to show your feelings and take things as they are instead of sugarcoating them. You are quite fun." the robot answered with a (mildly creepy) smile that showed a few sharp teeth.     [/justify]


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    Halfpaw wandered onto the scene a bit too late and looked in surprise from Roman to Aradia. Wait... Who liked what? "You like Aradia?" The liger asked the demiboy, suddenly confused. She'd never noticed anything there before, and Aradia was plain creepy.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome opens his mouth to scream, but all that comes out is a strangled, barely audible croak. they're pretty sure they're having a heart attack right now, judging by the frantic, irregular beating of their heart. nah, he's not, he's just fucking terrified.


    when the wolfdog half-recovers, they gasp out, "don't—do—that!" he straightens up and takes a deep breath. "and i wasn't talking to you!" rome continues, indignation quickly overwhelming fear. "i certainly don't like aradia! er . . . i mean." shit, is that going to get them killed?


    "i," he boldly goes on to say, "was talking to— oomph!" a greasy hamburger wrapper wraps around the wolfdog's face.


    things aren't going very well.
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    ⋆⋆⋆ Aradia wondered if she could trick them.


    The kitsune flattened her ears after Romanpaw spoke, her red eyes widening as she floated to the ground and took a small step backwards. "W-What?" the steel kitsune said. She had never stammered before, but she heard many people stammer before, like Miyu every time he talked to her.


    She schooled her features into one of shock and sadness. She, again, had never worn this expression before, but it was the same one her victims wore that split second when they realized that they would never see their family and friends again.


    A second afterwards, the robot lowered her gaze to the floor, a look of empty sadness in her burning red eyes. "Oh." Aradia said, before turning around and slowly floating away. [/justify]


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    [justify][size=7pt] Nicostrata walked over to the group, just catching the last part of the exchange, He shrunk to the side as Aradia passed, but not as much as usual. The kitsune seemed sad, and he was sad for her,and regretted not helping defend her from whatever had happened to make her feel so low. He walked up to Rome, and pulled off a bag from the demiboy.


    "Need some help?" He asked, feeling blessed that his inner-Miyu had helped him out. Both with the wording and his convenient lack of stutter.[/size][/justify]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome can't see shit, which is why he doesn't react to aradia's tricksiness except for "what? huh? okay, fine, bye." moments later, nico helps them out by getting that disgusting, gross-smelling material off their face. "you already helped," the wolfdog points out irritably, but less so than usual. "thanks," he adds sulkily.
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    [justify][size=7pt] "No pr-problem!" He replied, feeling happy to help. "Do you need me to p-pull off any more, or are y-you going to be able to do the rest on your own?"


    Nico was fairly sure that was the most he had said in one sentence to anyone in the Enderprise. What could he say? He was in a helpful mood. [/size][/justify]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome blinks at nico, torn between bemusement and annoyance. "well, if you want to," he says. hey, here's an idea. what if they make nico their servant. then he won't have to do boring things.
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