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Post by Zeb on Jan 18, 2008 11:47:47 GMT -5
Remy groaned sleepily as he was awoken by the thing. "Think ya could do that a bit quieter?" He grunted, his lips curling back slightly. He needed coffee. And more sleep. And a bed. Bed would be nice. "Seriously, mac. Some of us like tah actually sleep at night." He didn't know his name, so he chosed a generic one.
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Post by MacGuffin on Jan 18, 2008 13:27:20 GMT -5
"How you know my name?" MacGuffin tilted his head a bit, staring at Remy before going back to the epic battle between his motor skills and his shoelaces. It was a near massacre. Mac's fingers got tangled into the laces of doom, and his tried wildly to shake himself free, his shoes and feet bobbing up and down with his hands. "Gah stupid stupid stupid!"
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Post by Zeb on Jan 18, 2008 13:32:48 GMT -5
"Ah, so ya do have a name," Remy said sarcastically. He watched Mac in amusement for a few minutes, then spoke again. "Ya know, human bag's are pretty damn good at tying shoes." He offered, not bothering to stand up. He probably wouldn't accept anyways. Stifling a yawn, Remy stretched lazily.
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