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    [i]Prompt:Use this piece of dialogue either at the end or beginning of your prompt or somewhere in between: "It's this way."
    +YAY 100TH POST FOR TOBIO!!!


    "It's this way." Wasn't it? It couldn't have moved, could it? After turning yet another corner and not seeing the building Flight had fixed up for Shōyō to play volleyball in, the obsidian feline began to get angry. All he wanted was to practice his drop tosses--he also wanted to make sure the orange and white Bodyguard wasn't in there working himself to another breakdown, too, but Tobio was far too stubborn to admit that--but now he couldn't even find the place! What kind of rotten luck was this?!


    He’d shed the bandages the night before, facing the large, ugly scars that covered his shoulder, chest, and legs. He’d nearly gagged when he’d seen what was under the bandages, however. His fur had been matted and dull beneath the bandages, but he was hopeful that it would be back to normal in a few days. He just wished that terrible event had never happened. If it hadn’t, maybe that cloud of perpetual self-doubt hanging over his head would never have appeared. He wouldn’t feel the need to practice so much. He wouldn’t be piling battle training on top of practice, rebuilding his house on top of that, and his duties as Bodyguard on top of everything. He hardly had any time left to do anything, so he’d been practically nonexistent when it came to socializing for the past few days.


    Narrowing his eyes and letting his navy gaze drop to his freshly bandaged paws and the ground below them, he turned around once more, tail lashing as he stalked back to camp. He was really looking forward to curling up in bed and going to sleep after his fruitless expedition. Now he knew how his reluctant housemate felt after the past almost-month. Not getting anything done, feeling pretty aimless? Yep, he was well aware that Daichi had spent all those days feeling exactly like that.


    With a rather loud, drawn-out sigh of resignation, the ebony feline finally entered the small town, he grumbled something incoherent to Kasai, flopping down on his stomach to keep himself from punching something (or, in his case, clawing at something) out of anger.


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    Well, that was something new. The boy with the bird just threw himself down on his stomach and, try as he might to admit it, he looked like he was going to throw a temper tantrum of petty rage. Frightfur Seraphim wondered what about.


    That or just kinda wanted the guy out of his yard.


    So he slunk from his window where he spied and threw open the door loud enough for the swing of it to be heard. It was a sound that carried emotion, specifically impatience. Why? The ebony cat had still not moved.


    As he got nearer and nearer on his clicking mechanical paws, he thought of ways to address this situation. A simple, 'how ya doing there, Tobio and bird brain' or perhaps a 'what's getting to you today, sir?' would all be appropriate responses to the clanmate lying near his yard. What he really said was not near as perfect he wanted it to be and he physically cringed slightly at his own voice when he finished speaking. It was short and demand and held only a little hint of awkwardness.


    "You can't lay there."


    //358 is enough! It doesn't have to be long just suffice. Bootiful writing as always, regardless <3


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    [fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 2px transparent; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 150px; border-radius: 15px; text-align:justify; font-family: verdana;]Oh, great. Just what he needed right now--someone telling him to get off their lawn. The bordering-on-enraged sable feline let out a puff of air through his nostrils, deciding that getting up and smacking Frightfur over the head would be inappropriate. The alabaster serval wasn’t Shouyou, after all. He probably wouldn’t put up with Tobio’s sharp retorts. (Well, they weren’t that sharp, just dumb*** repeated over and over, but that wasn’t important, was it?)


    Fixing his even, cool cerulean gaze on the Blackblood, the Bodyguard stood up slowly, every move he made insouciant, as if he couldn’t care less.


    ”I don’t see anyone laying here already, so why can’t I lay here?” He asked, probably beginning what could become one of the most childish arguments he had ever started. He hadn’t exactly meant for the words to come out of his mouth, but as usual, his mouth acted much, much faster than his brain. Eyes widening only slightly, he clamped his maw shut, body going stiff. He really, really hoped the younger feline wouldn’t get angry with him, because he [i]had just back talked to a higher position pretty blatantly.


    Oh, what a history he had with back talking high positions. He liked to blame it on his father, who shared the same trait, but deep down inside he knew it was all simply because he just couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. If Frightfur was the type of person who became especially cross when they weren’t respected, this could turn out to be a near repeat of what had happened with Noketura.


    ((aww tysm yeti ur so sweet ^^


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    The eyebrow he quirked was more than suspicious. It was almost confusion that quickly shifted to a childish anger when the ebony feline blew a little too much air out of his nose, enough to make him think it was an aim to mock him. "I said you can't—" he paused mid-speech as his clanmate started to stand up miserably slow.


    Yep, he was sure of it. This bugger was mocking him.


    Swiftly the bionic bastard held up a metal claw and pointed it. "Sir...quiet. I think you shouldn't lay there because it's mine—aren't the abandon candy wrappers enough to tell?—and it looks pretty darn bad to see someone all sprawled and alone. Ya could come inside, ya know?" despite his kind and bright words that leaned to be a little too cutesy, his feral eyes were almost narrowed overly attentively as he predicted the other boy's reply.


    His house is what he meant; he owned a tiny blue house that was very visible from where they both stood. It was a kind gesture, but not a gesture many would accept. Frightfur wasn't always so sketchy but the people of Colouredclan made him out to be something of a great candy-eating, traitorous and childish monster. He still wasn't sure why Tobio wanted to fight or rather why he was so done with everything but he didn't ask yet. He found himself staring at the crow
    after a long moment, seriously wondering about it. How intelligent was it? Should he even allow the feathered thing in his home should Tobi accept? He wasn't sure but he held on tight to his half smile as he thought. His anger faded some and he planned to hold himself back the best he could. In truth, Fright didn't acknowledge his own ranking so breaking the rules with him was gonna lead to a personal problem rather and a political one.


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    She watched the black feline wander around the ColoredClan territory, looking lost and rather confused. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for Tobio. Well, more like sympathetic. She understood his dilemma. She had found herself lost in the streets of the town far too many times to count. Which was rather frustrating for the grey feline, considering she ought to know where she was going.


    You’d think after spending a week in a place that had been your childhood that things would start to come popping back in your mind. But instead the biomes and the town still remained tantalizing familiar yet foreign to her. She had to rely on herself to rememorize the directions of where everything was located.


    Which, to be honest, she was just as lost as Tobio was right now. She was trying to find biome 2, but somehow wandered in the opposite direction? Well she had gotten lost in her thoughts and ended up forgetting where she was going, ending up in a place she didn’t know where to go from there. She couldn’t help but stifle a laugh when she saw the black feline topple to the ground. He looked how she felt.


    She heard a door clang open and spotted Frightfur entering from the doorway. Huh, she cocked her head, it must be where he lived. He seemed indignant that Tobio had flung himself on the grass of Frightfur’s front yard. The two seemed to be having an argument, as ridiculous as it was. It almost childish the way Tobio looked up at Frightfur and the way the serval continued to demand him to remove himself from the ground.


    As she neared them, she wasn’t quite sure what to say. She looked at them, with an invisible eyebrow raised. She shifted her wings awkwardly.


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