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Post by Keith the Great on May 20, 2010 19:53:39 GMT -5
“Well I ain’t good with technology and I never heard a’ anime,” Keith mused, already feeling story upon story whirr through his mind. With a swift shove from the reasonable part of his mind, memory-lane was closed and he cheerily turned to give Kami a goofy grin that only a Keith could pull off exactly. “But any place that advertises with porn is fine by me!”
And then she promptly accused him of not talking enough. (The world turned upside down, the sun imploded, and the moon fled to the safety of Jupiter. Also, pigs took to the skies.) “Well ex-cuuuuse me!” he pouted, folding his arms and glaring at a corner, something less likely to sock him a good one. “Most girls perfer my listenin’ t’ talkin’. Damn, don’t throw a fit fer the one time I actually learned from experience.
“Anyway, story, story...” He fingered the trailing yarn of his scarf, realizing that the traffic jam on memory-lane had lead most of his good stories to take a side street called forgetfulness-road. Fortunately, there was something else that captured his attention.
Perched on the spindly limb of one of the forest’s many trees, the owl stared through the front door with a look so serious, so calculating that it was near-terrifying. Slowly, Keith got to his feet and began to scan the room for a weapon. “Find me somethin’ ta throw,” he whispered. “Somethin’ small but heavy.”
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