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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 23, 2015 22:00:58 GMT -5
"Um... Thanks?" Harley wasn't sure how to respond to the compliment, so she just nodded to Forsaken as the latter walked off, then she awkwardly returned to her business.
"Oh, uh..." Paul turned away slightly. "Well, it's just gonna be Kenny and me. We have a lot to do when he wakes up. So, um... you have a good day." He then hastily started walking through the mall in search of the nearest exit, hardly even noticing that Forsaken was trying to follow him.
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Post by DMis on Nov 23, 2015 22:11:31 GMT -5
Forsaken followed after Paul. "Paul. What's wrong?" she asked out loud.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 23, 2015 23:08:01 GMT -5
Was slinked off to parts unknown, yawning. "Let's see, how to spend my break time..."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 23, 2015 23:13:10 GMT -5
"Nothing's wrong. I just need to get home, clean myself up and take care of Kenny," Paul rashly insisted. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to force you away. It's just, y'know, don't want anyone questioning why I'm carrying a dead kid or bleeding from the head and darn it, Paul, shut up."
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Post by DMis on Nov 23, 2015 23:16:41 GMT -5
Forsaken glared at the blue man. "You're growing horns aren't you? You do realize that it does poke your hear up slightly, right?" Forsaken returned in a slightly annoyed tone. "Paul. You're going to bleed out if you push yourself too hard. I crashed several times for getting cuts like what you've gotten."
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Post by ryocker on Nov 23, 2015 23:41:14 GMT -5
People walked around, few paying much attention to the dragon man and the woman with him. Dillon, however, strolled by again, watching the pair as he walked past.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 23, 2015 23:57:49 GMT -5
Paul was stunned silent, embarrassed and somewhat confused how she figured it out. His new horns had barely even broken through his skin. They couldn't have had that much effect on his hair... unless his bangs were stuck to them with blood. Considering there was no point in hiding them anymore, Paul reached up and gingerly touched his forehead, discovering, much to his dread, that this was only partially the case.
"Ooooooookay, that's great, they're longer," he choked, startled by the half inch of development the blood-soaked horns had undergone in just a few minutes. He had no idea how this was possible within the realms of his particular, lifelong transformation. None of his other physical traits had developed nearly this quickly!
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Post by DMis on Nov 23, 2015 23:59:55 GMT -5
Forsaken sighed. "Stress tends to worsen things," she offered as she pulled the blood off of her friend's fingers again. "They're kinda cute."
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Post by ryocker on Nov 24, 2015 0:05:36 GMT -5
Dillon walked up. "Pardon the intrusion," he sighed. "But I can't help but notice you seem eager to hide yourself away."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 24, 2015 0:10:33 GMT -5
"Um... Thanks, I guess?" Paul's eyes sank to the floor, trying his best to ignore the horns' presence. "Look, I'm not exactly used to people seeing me in mid-transformation. Really, I don't know if I'm all that used to transformations! I haven't had any in nearly ten years! Not that it's something I think you ever could get used to!"
He took a deep breath and lowered his voice again. "I just... don't really know how to feel about myself anymore."
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Post by DMis on Nov 24, 2015 0:14:45 GMT -5
"So you're getting new pieces. They just make you more... well.... awesome," Forsaken offered with a smile as the droplets crystallized again. "I still think being friends with some sort of dragon being is rather cool."
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Post by ryocker on Nov 24, 2015 0:45:08 GMT -5
Dillon looked up. "Honestly, mate? Don't let a few odd additions make you feel like you're not you. Because in the end, no-matter your appearance, you'll always be you on the inside."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 24, 2015 1:01:12 GMT -5
Paul smiled a little, even though his eyes were still sad. "Thanks, but, uh... that's not exactly what I'm worried about." His glance briefly flicked over to Kenny's limp form and back, his smile fading. "Well, okay, it kinda is... I just thought I had reached a point where I wouldn't have to change anymore."
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Post by DMis on Nov 24, 2015 1:08:12 GMT -5
"Everyone changes. Whether we want to or not and the Armadillo has a point," she offered.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 25, 2015 3:01:54 GMT -5
He nodded, taking his leave. "Just remember, pard, real friends don't care about your looks."
(And now you guys can go on without me if you'd like. I dunno where else to go with this)
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