Posts by HERMES P. MUZIKANT.

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Hallooooo!
Damn I missed this place lmAO
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]A fun fact? Pippin pushed out his bottom lip, thinking, then decided to give three, because he was generous, like that. " My momma's the leader, " he began, thoughtfully, " my name is Hermes, but my middle name is Pippin, and that's what you call me ... and I can do this! " he touched the ground, gingerly, and a little flower sprung up.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Oh, oh, another person! Pippin was all tuckered out, but he could always make the effort for more people. Skipping over, he plonked himself down beside his clanmates, wiggling about a bit, excited, though he did try to appear more ... mature. " Hello, " he said, solemnly, wide eyes blinking. He held this expression for about five seconds, then offered a bright smile, clearly unable to remain as serious as he had hoped. " I'm Pippin! "
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Unlike Hotline, Pippin saw the idea of ... a new playmate, or something of the sorts - he wasn't really social, despite much evidence to the contrary, though he was enthusiastic - and thus made his way over quickly, sniffing at the new mother's child and aiming to lightly touch her. " Oh, she's very small, " said the boy, who wasn't the biggest of the big, himself.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]The young boy tumbled over, paws grasping at the proffered gift basket; he was not rude nor ungrateful, but he learned through touch, and thus needed to explore such an item with his own hands to understand it. Oh, there were lots of little things in the basket! He liked them a lot. Sniffing at the basket itself and learning the scent, Pippin sat up straight, looking at Caleb. " Oh, thank you, " he squeaked, offering a smile.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Oh, it worked! Two people just ... magically appeared, right before his eyes, at the words! That was ... pretty cool. A tired Pippin offered a small smile, tilting his head and eventually sitting up straight. " Hi! I'm Pippin. Have you met my momma? " a lot of people had, and maybe they could find common ground through her!
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Seeing as he lived with Impavid, Hermes had no idea what the hats were when he tumbled out of his mother's abode, but they were mighty interesting. The boy was swaddled up in a blanket, and he sniffed at the different hats, curiously, chewing on the bobble of one, before sitting back and clamping it in his oversized paws. " What's dis? " he asked nobody in particular, tilting his head thoughtfully.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]IS THIS THE 3DG SONG

" A ... what? " asked Pippin curiously, dragging a blanket behind him. He was all swaddled up against the cold, and wagged his tail thoughtfully, trying to decipher what Q&A meant. It was just two letters with a word in the middle! What was a cyoo? What was an ayy? He had no idea.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]I'm starting to like Pippin
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]( yOO I REMEMBER TREY
I used to play Imperialpaw back then though lmao )

Pippin, on the other hand, had no idea who this was; blinking and managing a bright smile, he skipped over nonetheless, willing to make a friend. " Hello! My name is Pippin! " he squeaked, emphasis placed on his name. " Nice to meet you! "
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]A hat? He looked up at her, turning the hat upside down. " What's a ... A hat do? " he asked, before spying Greymatter. She had a hat, too, and it was on her head! Pippin tried to emulate this, but it wound up covering his face. " I did it! " he said, voice muffled by the hat. " Did I do it? "
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]What? Pippin had been out by the border, daringly, when he came across the female, and though they'd never met, he decided that, out of the blue, she was a lovely person. He tended to formulate such positive impressions of people on the spot - it was part of his childhood naïvety. " Hullo! I'm Pippin! I think you can join. My momma says anyone can make people join. " he murmured, thoughtfully.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]" Wut's dat say? I can see a ... A ' ah ', and a ... a ' tuh ' ... ooh, some ' eh 's ... " came Pippin's quiet but chipper voice, and he made his way over, blinking wide eyes at the text scrawled by Pastelkisses. He scrutinised it for a moment more, then blinked up at her. " Hi! I'm Pippin. "
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]On cue, Pippin tumbled in, grasping at his mother's legs and ... covered in flowers. He'd been told he could throw them and, considering they tended to grow for him, he had done his best to encourage their flourishing, now brandishing them with a bright and eager smile. " Look, momma, " he whispered to her, rubbing his cheek against one of her limbs affectionately and hugging close, " I got the flowers! " he looked particularly pleased about this, smiling naïvely and looking from person to person with a bubbling excitement.

On hearing the term ' uncle ', Hermes perked up, eyes wandering. Uncle Ch- ... Char-cool? Where? He followed his mother's gaze and let his own rest on the apparent-Char-cool, ears pricking. " Hullo, Uncle Char-cool. " he said, voice evidently eager, but still a little shy. He was tall! Even taller than momma! " I'm Pippin! "
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