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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 10:40 pm
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Two things were on Cyan's mind the rest of the silent, 13 minute dinner. One: He knew how to use computers, and very well. He would always sneak out, and then head to his friends house, who's father was the owner of a very large computer business. His friend taught him everything he knew. Maybe he could help Silver out by changing the course of the ship to reach land faster. Maybe... And then there was the last thing the Captain had said. Cyan Stood up, and took his empty plate and silverware to the sink silently. He washed them, dried them, and put them aside for Sonja to sort. He walked to the entrance of the hallway leading to the Master's room, and turned around. He gave Sonja and Silver a weak smile and wave before walking down the hall. Cyan paused at the door, and knocked. When he spoke, it took all of his courage to not burst into tears.
"May I come in?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 5:56 pm
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Cyan glanced back at Sonja. She was right; he was in almost agonizing pain. He slowly stood up once she left the room, and wobbled towards the bathroom. He hopped in the shower for a quick scrub up, trying to smooth down his already tangled fur. Cyan stepped out and grabbed the warm towels. Man.. Sonja's really good at warming these... The relaxing heat swept over him in a flash. It eased some of the aches, but not all. He hobbled out of the bathroom, and found his clothes neatly folded near the door. He changed quickly, and went to tidy up the bathroom, like his chores explained. After such, he took the wrinkled sheets off the bed and folded them up into a pile. Picking the pile up, he found himself terribly unable to walk with the added weight. He slowly set the pile down, and sat on it. Instantly, he shot up due to the sharp pain that erupted from his rear end.
"Aaaahhh! Ow ow ow ow ow...." Cyan tried to calm himself down, as that scream kind of echoed throughout the glass corridors. "Sonja, um, I kind of need your help!" Cyan shouted from the already open door. He swore not to sit the rest of the day. Okay, well, maybe during breakfast. And Lunch. And maybe dinner... Oh, whatever. He simply stayed put until the maid answered his cry for help.
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