originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]Arty manages to push Sasha off Kari. Sasha laughs and readjusts her dress from the hug.[/i]
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Kari yawns, nuzzling her. It seemed he'd be there as long as she needed.
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[i]Arty nuzzled her self under Kari's chin and whimpered.[/i]
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He murred softly, hugging her gently.
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[i]Arty's tail started to wag and her ears went back to normal as she gently squeezed Kari.[/i]
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He smiled warmly. "Feeling better?" he asked quietly, but not whispering.
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"Yeah...." [i]Arty moves her face so she's just an inch away from Kari and smiles.[/i] "I am now."
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He smiles, rubbing noses. "Im glad."
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[i]Arty maintaines eye contact with Kari.[/i] "So...."
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He giggles. "Wanna go get something to eat?"
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[i]Iso groans.[/i] [b]Iso:[/b] "Oh come on! She's face to face with you and you think of food? It's obvious what she wants!" [i]Arty slowly gets off Kari with a deep blush.[/i] [b]Arty:[/b] "Iso, drop it!"
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Kari blushes as he gets up. "W-well we just met a few days ago! Im not just gonna up and kiss her! That would be impolite and untimely! B-besides, we're just friends.. i think."
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[i]Arty:[/i] "Exactly!" [i]Iso giggles and pokes Arty's cheek.[/i] [b]Iso:[/b] "Whatever you say, Arty!" [b]Arty:[/b] "I'm serious and I told you not to call me that!"
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He chuckles. "Well, im in a food mood. Anyone else?"
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[i]Iso quickly raises her hand and Artemis slowly raises hers.[/i] [b]Arty:[/b] "Food sounds good."
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He nods. "Food it is. Im still new around here. Any suggestions?"
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[b]Iso:[/b] "Ooh! Ooh! Pick me!" [b]Arty:[/b] "Yes, Iso?" [b]Iso:[/b] "I know an italian place!"
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His ears twitch. "What's It-all-ian?"he asks, confused at the word.
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[i]Iso grabs Arty's and Kari's hand before starting to run.[/i] [b]Iso:[/b] "You two...We need to go eat there!"
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Kari tries to keep up, accidentally bumping into plenty of people in the crowd.
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[i]Iso literally throws Arty and Kari into a restraunt. Arty falls on her hands and knees from the force.[/i] [b]Arty:[/b] "What the hell Iso?"
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He, quite cartoony like, skins a few inches, his hips arching above his head. When he skids to a stop two inches from a table, the rest of him falls flat on the ground. "Ow...i think..My back feels better though."
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[i]Waiters grab the two and toss them into chairs at a table. There's flowers and a candle on it.[/i] [b]Arty:[/b] "Damnit, Iso."
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He looks at the candle and flowers. "Uhm... why are there things on the table that aren't food?" he asks, not really used to society and its customs.
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[b]Arty:[/b] "I think it's some dumb romantic custom here." [i]A waiter places spaghetti(screw spelling) and meatballs on the table.[/i]
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He sniffs the food. "Hm. Smells safe."