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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Pamhakat:
11/2/2016 12:45:34 AM
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Yeah... yeah, rest sounds nice.. Thanks.. for caring -hic- *Quincy smiles. Even though his mind is a little cloudy, he's still overjoyed that he and Irina were fine now, past incident set aside*
Uhm.. -hic- how do i get out of here?
English
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"...I could try pulling you to your home. Don't know where you actually live, but..." [i]Irina was one of the tallest and technically, due to her armor, among bulkiest people there. She would probably be able to pull Quincy out of the party rather easily.[/i]
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Ive been staying over in -hic- Sketch's house in his living room -hic-. i sleep in a box. with a pillow, and blankets... -hic- *Quincy seems to be exhausted*
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"Sketch's house. Okay." [i]Immediately, Irina's clawed hand wrapped around Quincy's arm and began pulling him towards the general direction of Sketch's home, bumping past several partying people, knocking drinks over, and causing commotion as she did so. And the best thing was that she didn't even care.[/i]
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*Quincy stumbles after Irina, passing by the havok she caused, chuckling a little as he saw someone get up who had had a sheep thrown in their face* whee... *Quincy rubs his eyes with his other hand/paw*
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"Chillax." [i]Irina grinned under her helmet at the sight of Quincy, before resuming her rather chaotic behavior, pushing through men and women with relative ease. Yells of "Hey, watch it!" and swearing could be heard as and passed.[/i]
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*as they progressed through the crowd, Quincy seemed to stumble more and more, tripping on loose things here and there. *
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[i]After noticing this, Irina got a little angry.[/i] [i]She suddenly lifted Quincy up with both hands, placing him over her shoulder and beginning to sprint through the crowd. Funny enough, the spikes protruding outwards from her shoulder seemed to hold Quincy in place, while the claws on her gauntlets only lightly gripped him and still held him on.[/i]
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*Quincy bounced around on her shoulders, enjoying the view. he felt taller, being able to see over everyone's heads*
