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Post by fangsan on Oct 18, 2009 11:46:01 GMT -5
Ravage noted that Spinister had walked out, turning his head he watched the spot he had been but shrugged it off some. The happy buzz from the over charging was starting to fade some giving the kitty bike somewhat more awareness of his goings on.
Along with the fact he was nuzzling Oil Slick's leg. Blinking he jumped slightly stepping back and throwing himself fully out of the over charged state he'd been in. "Ahem..erm..." Ravage shook his head, back to his normal self mostly confused and catching up in his head what he'd been doing.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Oct 19, 2009 14:11:30 GMT -5
And just like that, the pink menace that Phobia was sure he'd kept at the corner of his vision disappeared. Feeling thoroughly sullied and unnerved, the black bike eyes the two people still in the room with him and supresses the urge to shudder when Oil Slick turns his attention back to him.
"I'm afraid I don't do recreational drinking," Phobia replies with a soft laugh and a shake of his head before he turns to stride confidently out of the room, only pausing to bid farewell at the entrance. "Well, as lovely a gathering as this was, I must take my leave now. Goodbye!"
He will be triple checking everything he drinks for months now.
(OOC: Fleeing the premise unless stopped.)
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Post by Oil Slick on Oct 24, 2009 6:25:44 GMT -5
Oh, yay, Spinister left! Now Oil Slick can...
...watch the interesting subject walk out the door. Nuts and bolts. And the catbike had lost his interest. Hn. A low frown crosses his face, and after a few moments, he gives Ravage a glance, then wanders out himself.
Phobia is wise to check his drinks, yes.
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OOC: Also out of thread.
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