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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/19/2018 2:55:17 AM
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"Not just attempting. So far, it seems as though I am actually succeeding." He smiled lightly. Alice noticed that he wasn't smug about it, or snide. He was happy, truly and genuinely happy. A rare quality in some of the "politicians" that had risen.
"But yes, I am him. I've heard of Mister Sketch, though I haven't heard of you Miss Alice...." He looked off, the smile ever present on his face. "You wish to say something, I assume? About my grand campaign...?"
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<Because his fur is blue, grey, green, white, and black. The shades of blue and green are not found in nature, nor on any person who is a hybrid of the same species. He was not born with fur this color either. He was not alienated, he was studied to try and learn how his fur developed those colors.> *From the tone of her voice, he could tell she was beginning to tire from the attempts to explain this.*
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"Ah. Of course, now I understand!" Malcolm laughed heartily, nodding his head in thanks to Alice.
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<I am glad you do.>
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"Now then.... Will that be all?"
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<I believe so.>
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"Then, I bid you a farewell." Malcolm nodded his head in goodbye.
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*She nodded back.*
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"...." Malcolm sat that silently. "... Are you... Are you going to leave?" He asked with a soft chuckle.
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<Oh... Uh, yes...> *She quickly stood up, her tail knocking the chair over.*
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"Oh, watch out." Malcolm leaned down, picking up the chair for her before sitting back in his own. "It was a pleasure talking to you, Miss Alice."
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<You too.> *She walked off awkwardly.*
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[spoiler]End. [/spoiler]
