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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/17/2016 5:52:17 AM
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[i]Pan seems curious.[/i] "Psychic fit? What's that?"
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[u]W-Well... Who are y-you?[/u] *He asks, attempting to sit up again and finding it easier this time.*
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[i]Pan smiles.[/i] "I'm Pan! Who're you?"
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[u][b]I-I'm Vorim'Tairn... Sketch's o-older b-brother.[/b][/u]
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[i]Pan hugs Vorim suddenly.[/i] "We're going to be good friends!"
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[u][b]Ack!!! W-What!?[/b][/u] *He suddenly puts his hand to his head again, the shouting causing it to throb.*
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[i]Pan continues her hug.[/i] "What's wrong with your head?"
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[u][b]Psychic fits g-give me t-terrible headaches.[/b][/u]
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"Want some ice cream? That always makes me feel better."
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[u][b]I... I guess...[/b][/u]
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[i]Pan starts to walk off.[/i] "Well? Come on!"
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*He stands up, stumbling after her.*
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[i]They arrive at a stereotypical icecream truck.[/i] "Ice cream, nature's natural medicen."
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[u][b]O-Okay... What sh-should I get?[/b][/u]
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[i]Pan sighs and shrugs.[/i] "That's for you to decide. I'm going to get a icecream sandwhich!"
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*He looks up at the different flavors, unable to read what favors there are.* [u][b]I'll g-get one of th-those too?[/b][/u] *He said it as if it was a question, currently imagining a scoop of ice cream placed between two slices of bread.*
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[i]The icecream man hands an icecream sandwhich to Pan and then you. Pan finishes hers within seconds.[/i] "That always hits the spot."
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*He bites into it, his large upper canine teeth cutting through the cookie and into the ice cream. He recoils, pulling his head away as a mixture of pain and coldness envelopes his teeth.* [u][b]Gah! N-Now I know why i-it's called ice c-cream![/b][/u]
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[i]Pan laughs at your discomfort.[/i] "Do you not like cold things?"
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[u][b]It's n-not that... I have s-sensitive teeth...[/b][/u] *He says, looking down at the ice cream sandwich in his hands.*
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"Hmm...Well, I'm sorry if my laughing hurt your feelings."
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[u]I-It didn't...[/u] *He tries to eat it again, this time sticking it into the side of his mouth to take a bite.* [u]Oh, this t-tastes really good...[/u]
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[i]Pan smiles at your enjoyment.[/i] "Good! It's one of my favorites."
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[u]I've never h-had ice c-cream before...[/u]
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[i]Pan wraps an arm around your shoulder.[/i] "Why are you stuttering so much? Am I scaring you?"
