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rome's eye twitches. he's pissed. "what were you doing?" the wolfdog demands of miyu. "and i don't care about the damned swear jar, what were you doing?"
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oh god no. not the children. NOT THE CHILDREN. rome edges away from the wolf and her pups. he might be part wolf, but he's not part . . . whatever. he'd been going for something witty there. "i was born . . . seven-ish moons ago," the wolfdog says. he was seven moons exactly some time in august.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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oh gods no not the puns. rome pins his ears back, both annoyed and amused. "i'm not helping you down! you can just ask . . ." aradia volunteers. miyu's officially dead. rome steps back, just in case the ceo gets any ideas.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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roman is playing idly with a round pebble, throwing it up in the air and watching it as it falls back down.
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wow. buildings, buildings, and . . . more buildings. does this clan have a building obsession or what? granted, rome had never seen the hospital in all its glory, but he's more of a nature-y type of guy. in comparison to buildings, plants are angels.
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the young wolfdog catches the pebble, but doesn't throw it up again. instead, he glances at nico. "throwing a pebble," they reply languidly. "i'm bored," he adds, as if that will clear everything up.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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tespooka omg it's a horror game dON'T LOOK IF YOU DON'T LIKE HORROR
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perhaps miyu's persistent friendliness will get to rome some time in the future. it'll probably take a few months, though. rome is still holding onto the last shred of assholeishness he has.
the wolfdog half tunes out as miyu continues rambling on about what if passageway without giving two shits. then miyu suddenly sits up and terrifies the shit out of rome, causing them to jump.
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noises freak rome out, and this noise freaks rome out. he's poised to run away until he realizes, oh whoopsie daisy, there's someone at the fuckin' border. "hi. what . . . who are you. what are you doing here."[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]roman blinks at nico and turns to the pebble in his paw. they toss the pebble. he catches the pebble. the wolfdog turns back to nico. "no. you just throw the pebble. and then you catch it."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]oh, god, no, there are two nicos? shitfuck. this awful track post brought to you by wolfe.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome watches halfpaw from a distance, although really he's staring at clue. what the fuck is that creature. is it going to kill them. is it actually the leader of the clan. is miyu just its puppet.
we may never know.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome doesn't know (or care) that he's being exasperating. that's really just how they are. exasperating. really fucking exasperating.
"it's going fine," the wolfdog replies nonchalantly, still throwing the pebble.
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rome's whole world is turned upside down. if twolegs can fly, then they're fucked over really fucking bad. no place is safe. not the canopies, not the clouds, nOT EVEN UNDERGROUND IF THEY CAN FLY WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY CAN DO UNDERGROUND.
oh, wait. thanks for the late explanation, nico. rome had been horrified there for a second. but they can still fly. that's fucking terrifying. that's fuck i n g t e r r i f y i n g.
"no place is safe," the wolfdog declares solemnly.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]oh my god it's chewing something. is that shiny bumpy thing perhaps the source of its power? will it become unstoppable when it consumes it? wait . . . what's that? what's that strange twoleg contraption that halfpaw is attempting to put on? iS IT A TRAP WILL IT KILL HER HOLY SHIT TWOLEGS WERE DANGEROUS.
". . . what is your pet doing."
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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=; 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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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]"they can fly. they probably know how to teleport by now. getting a tree on there is probably easy," rome says, grumpily lying down and laying his head on the ground.
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