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[i]Alonfé walks down the hall, his arms covered. He seems pretty shy, avoiding others as he walks, careful not to bump into them with his left arm. "They're gonna find out eventually...", he thought, but decided against it. If it came up, he'd tell them. But... hopefully not. He smiled nervously, entering the mess hall, only eating a burger with his right hsnd, watching for others.[/i]
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[i]He looks at you, smiling.[/i] Dragons don't need sleep as much... we just sleep more, and stay awake longer. It's in the blood. [i]He sips the beer, coughing.[/i]
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Python finishes the beer and throws it into a trash bin ten feet away. "Threes for days." He grins.
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[i]Alon attempts the same, hitting the same shot, grinning.[/i] You're not the only one who can ball, my friend... [i]He laughs, getting up.[/i] Now... where can I get some ice cream?
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"There might be some here."
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[i]Alon looks around, searching relentlessly for any sort of frozen dairy goodness aboard this ship[/i] C'moooooooooooooooooooooooooon where is iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit?!
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[b]A woman with red hair sits down across from you.[/b]
