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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 18, 2015 17:22:58 GMT -5
"Oh, heheh. Thanks," Paul sheepishly chuckled before drying his hands off. "Sorry, kinda preoccupied. Gotta run."
Without looking back, Paul then bolted out of the restroom, briskly walking through the food court and back the way he came. He kept a quick pace while also trying rather unsuccessfully to look inconspicuous. One of his hands was in his pocket, tightly clutching the paper towel full of shed scales. The other one constantly fumbled with his hair and hood to ensure they kept his forehead concealed.
No more beating around the bush. The severity of the situation was finally evident. All Paul could do now was check out his books, pick up Kenny and head back to the hotel. The sooner the better.
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Post by DMis on Nov 18, 2015 20:42:50 GMT -5
Forsaken nodded before passing the correct amount over. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a shade of blue. "Paul! I was looking for you!" she called.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 18, 2015 23:56:23 GMT -5
Wax looked over. "That's Paul?" he asked.
"May I have a hot-dog, please?" a little girl asked, Wax sighing.
"I'll catch up when it's break time," he assured Forsaken, going to heat up a hot dog for the kid.
Dillon walked out after a bit, sighing. "strange," he noted.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 19, 2015 0:06:35 GMT -5
Paul screeched to a halt at Forsaken's call, ensuring his new features were hidden with one more hasty tug at his hood. "Oh, hey! Uh... I'm sorry. Something's come up. I think I should just go get Kenny and my books and head home."
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Post by DMis on Nov 19, 2015 0:08:36 GMT -5
"Yeah... About Kenny...." She started following the blue guy on her cube. She flashed a thumbs up to Wax before following Paul again.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 19, 2015 1:41:43 GMT -5
Dillon stepped out of the room, gently approaching the pair with a look of curiosity in his eyes. Wax, of course, was kept busy by cooking up hot dogs.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 19, 2015 8:58:42 GMT -5
"What about Ke- Ohhh..." Paul sunk with dread as he walked, hand on his head to keep his hood in place. "Don't tell me he's dead again..."
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Post by DMis on Nov 19, 2015 12:24:24 GMT -5
"Bookcase fell on him...." Forsaken offered. "Again? What do you mean by that?"
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Post by ryocker on Nov 19, 2015 23:26:06 GMT -5
Dillon finally caught up, but mostly kept his nose clean of their talk.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 19, 2015 23:36:45 GMT -5
"He... tends to die every now and then, but he always revives the next morning," Paul awkwardly explained. "I can only barely remember any instance where this has happened, but that's what he told me, and I see no reason not to trust his word. So... I guess I'll just collect him and my books and take off. Between research and... for lack of a better term, putting Kenny to bed, I have a busy night ahead of me."
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Post by DMis on Nov 20, 2015 0:06:48 GMT -5
Forsaken blinked. "Ah.... And yes.... he got squished...." she offered. "Catch you later then?"
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Post by ryocker on Nov 21, 2015 1:10:37 GMT -5
Dillon walked off, seeing there was no real point to staying put and evesdropping.
Meanwhile, Waxevius was just starting to make his way over, the guy finally getting his break from work. "Now where did those guys... Oh, hey!" he cheered.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 21, 2015 10:59:41 GMT -5
"Yeah, go figure..." Paul sighed. "But, uh, yeah. I'll... catch you later... maybe."
He had been just about to brush away a lock of his bangs that was obscuring his vision, but he hastily mussed it back into place.
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Post by DMis on Nov 21, 2015 18:56:44 GMT -5
"You okay? And I'm here to listen to ya if ya need someone to talk to, Paul, please remember that," she offered before turning to Wax. "That was quick."
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Post by ryocker on Nov 22, 2015 2:13:56 GMT -5
"Five minutes is no time to a weenie roaster," he boasted. "...so what's eating him? Is he... still upset last time?"
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