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    "He doesn't have a body. I am him now, but he is me- if that makes sense?" She raised a brow, feeling some awkward feeling. Love? It must've been Carny's. "I can't do much. I suppose, we've mixed together to be one. I think I'm more of him than myself, his emotions are much stronger."
    #democratindi

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    She stared at Cas for a few seconds, then continued. "I am him and he is me... I don't know what happened, alright? I suppose I'm more him than me now, and I do feel what he feels. Some of it, anyways- we were blended. If you want to know if I love you- I do, and I can not help that, it is your choice as to if you'd like to continue loving him... Me... Us, as we are." Indi really did like him- she'd never liked him until now, but of course, Carny did. "He's still in me, in a way. Sometimes I'm more him, sometimes I'm just me."


    This was all very stressful for the kitten, and she gulped nervously.
    #democratindi

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]Indiana was just, a cat, she didn't necissarily know where she lived and didn't know how the others did. Gazing at the others, the femme waited for the kitten to reply.


    #democratindi

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]"Yeah, sure," She replied, grabbing the rock and smashing it down on the small metal device. At once, the screen cracked and the music stopped.


    #democratindi

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    She shrugged. "I suppose it was, yes. I don't know why humans make such things."
    #democratindi

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]"The song was awful," She agreed with him, nodding, and placing the device aside.


    #democratindi

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]omg what is he and indiana had an accidental drunk litter


    #democratindi

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]Idiots. The girl strutted along to them, lips pursed. She was rather tomboyish, but mostly soft grunge. The female that went by the name of Isabella wore black high-waisted shorts with a red Coca-Cola shirt and little gold brackets that hid her small tattoo. She wasn't too proud of it, but that didn't matter.