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 Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:33 am
Quote: "The feather brains had wings. The baby will have wings. I don't have wings. You do. You'd teach it how to fly, right?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:34 am
"If you wanted me to, sure." he said.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:35 am
Quote: She nods a bit. "And you'd help raise it." This was without question. She couldn't look after both of them and until the baby learned how to look after Tarvek, she'd have Tarvek help look after the baby
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:36 am
""I would?" he asked, surprised."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:37 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:38 am
"You want me to?" he asked, confused. He was pretty sure she had made it clear the egg was HERS
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:39 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:40 am
"You would have been miserable if it was destroyed, and it was the right thing to do," he said, shrugging. "I wasn't trying to steal your egg from you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:41 am
Quote: "Steal my...." she sighed. "It's our egg, Tarvek."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:42 am
"Ours?" he said, blinking, then he looked away and picked up a piece of wood to work. "You don't like me."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:43 am
Quote: "You frustrate me, there's a big difference. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't work for you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:44 am
"You said you don't quit jobs. I don't fire people. So how is that an indication that you don't hate me?" he asked. "You seem to dislike being frustrated, but not only do I frustrate you, but you seem to want me to feel the same."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 12:31 pm
stare "You're frustrating me now."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:08 pm
"Sorry. I'll... just get back to work then." Now he was no longer curious and trying to understand her frustration. Now it bothered him more that she was upset, and rather then trying to figure out why, perhaps it was better just to limit the time she felt it. Which meant shutting up and getting back to work. If that was what would make her happiest, fine.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:25 pm
She frowned a bit. "Now what's wrong with you?"
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