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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 17, 2007 21:28:53 GMT -5
"Our debt?" Torra asked, folding his arms and smiling, "I don't remember having a giant, cursed gash in my side."
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Post by Sesshoumaru on Sept 17, 2007 21:35:27 GMT -5
"I don't recall asking you to get me an overpriced Seventh Fonist either," Jade said lightly. "Nor do I recall asking you to stay here with me. But since it isn't our debt, this money's all mine."
He grinned, but Anise wasn't about to let the dough slip through her fingers.
"Nonononono, Colonel! It is our debt. All ours. So let's share! <3" she said desperately.
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 17, 2007 21:36:52 GMT -5
Torra snorted, rolling his eyes, and folding his arms, "Whatever." He wasn't that interested in the money.
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Post by Sesshoumaru on Sept 17, 2007 21:41:08 GMT -5
"Alright, Anise. It can be our money, since Torra doesn't want any," Jade conceded.
"Yay!!!" she cheered.
"And since he doesn't want any, then it means he doesn't want anything to drink. Oh well, more for us."
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 17, 2007 21:43:04 GMT -5
Torra's eyebrow twitched.
"Jade..." There was a very dark, very dangerous, very annoyed underline to the Demon's tone.
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Post by Sesshoumaru on Sept 17, 2007 21:44:35 GMT -5
"Yes?" the Necromancer queried, adjusting his glasses. "What's on your mind, kitten?"
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 17, 2007 21:46:40 GMT -5
Torra's eyes narrowed, and darkened quite noticably. He slowly unfolded his arms, took one step forward, and then: A flying ball of screaming white fur and claws aimed directly at Jade's chest.
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Post by Sesshoumaru on Sept 17, 2007 21:51:25 GMT -5
Although it had claws, the ball of fur was still a ball of fur. And as such, Jade was able to intercept it as easy as if it were a football.
He also contemplated treating it like a football and punting it, but instead, held it by the neck about a foot away from him.
"Bad kitten," he chided.
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 17, 2007 21:54:11 GMT -5
The bad kitten hissed when it was caught, and growled quietly as it hung from the scruff of its neck. However, it was not content with just hanging there, and so swung itself upward, locking the claws of all four paws into Jade's arm.
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Post by Sesshoumaru on Sept 17, 2007 22:00:33 GMT -5
Given that the scratches on his hand and face hadn't even had sufficient time to heal, Jade was not pleased about having more. And he let his displeasure be known in a very painful manner to both man and cat.
He reached out with his other hand and pulled roughly at Torra's neck in a way that partially throttled him in an effort to get him off. The resulting pull hurt like hell for Jade.
"Get off," he said flatly. Now it wasn't funny.
(It's all fun and games until someone gets clawed. <3)
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 17, 2007 22:02:02 GMT -5
And Torra wasn't being funny. His drinks were a very serious matter to him.
He felt the skin on his body be pulled backward, and was quite reluctantly yanked from Jade's arm, and stuck haning once again.
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Post by Sesshoumaru on Sept 17, 2007 22:05:51 GMT -5
...Leaving Jade with a torn glove and a torn arm.
"I was only kidding," he said annoyedly. "But you cannot take a joke, can you?"
He dropped Torra unceremoniously to the ground.
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 17, 2007 22:07:24 GMT -5
The cat made a loud snorting sound, and walked proudly away from his handywork. I think I stashed a bottle in here somewhere...
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Post by Sesshoumaru on Sept 17, 2007 22:09:22 GMT -5
Jade walked across the room stiffly, and when Anise made a move to go after him, he stopped her.
"I'm going to clean this up," he said sharply. "There's no need for you to follow me into the bathroom."
With that, he was gone.
Anise sighed.
"Torra, he really was joking, and he didn't hurt you..."
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 17, 2007 22:11:00 GMT -5
<Well, that's his fault. He didn't have to rip me out of his arm. Besides, he shouldn't joke about serious matters such as that.> Torra obviously put his drinks before many other things, including a few scratch marks placed on a friend.
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