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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/1/2017 1:29:22 AM
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"Ian is a villain. What does that make you? Heroes arent supposed to stoop to that level." he said, re-tuning his cello.
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I'm no hero. And I don't claim to be one. But I'm definitely not a villain either. Guess that just makes me awesome. Not evil without a reason, and I'm not a goody two shoes hero.
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[spoiler]I guess that's pretty dank.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yep[/spoiler]
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He sighs, knowing this isn't going anywhere. "So. Anything interesting happen that doesn't involve crazy crap?" At that moment, the little pup he got for christmas crawls into the room. "Ba!"
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This thing keeps wanting fed every 2 seconds so I steal food from Sketch.
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He looks at the little thing, picking her up when she walks close. "When'd you get her? She's like 5 months old so duh, she needs the food."
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I got her at Christmas.
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She holds her arms out, reaching for Tubbs. "Ba!" Q looks at her curiously. "Huh...did you ask for a pup?"
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No. I asked for a Slim Jim.
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"Well, you got a pup.. Do you know how to take care of a pup?" he asks, beginning to grow concerned.
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I'll wing it.
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He's now DEFINITELY concerned. "That's not how you take care of a child...This isnt an ABC movie you know...What have you been feeding her?"
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Cookies.
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His eyebrows went up. "Please tell me they don't have chocolate in them..."
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Idk if they do. Whatever Sketch has laying around.
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"Huh...Well, if its Sketch's food..." He shakes his head a little. "I dunno man...If she has any problems, let me know. I raised a litter of wolf cubs when I was ten so i know how pups work."
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Huh... maybe I can teach her to kidnap people and torture them by letting her practice on Ian when he attacks...
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He looks at him dead in the eyes. "That isn't funny." he says in a grim voice, seeming to hold the child away from him.
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Fine geez, I can let her practice on Omega.
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His eyes go from silver to a shiny blood ruby color. "Stop."
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Hey man put the puppy down, your eyes are getting red and I don't trust you with it...
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"I, as odd as it sounds, was made to be a mother. I wouldn't dare hurt this child." His eyes slowly go back to a soft, moon-like silver. "Please, just stop talking about that..." he said, almost pleading.
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Hmm... fine. But what else would she do at the Dojo?
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"You could try raising her. Maybe making sure she turns out to be someone good?"
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Maybe that'll work yeah.
