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few days later...
| Ink: *thinks* Withered-chan hasn't been very happy since we came back that day... |
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Withered: *sigh* |
| Ink: I'm hungry, Withered-chan. |
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| Withered:
There's an apple for you. Ink: Can I have some pudding instead? I don't really like apples. Withered: No pudding for you until after dinner. Ink: Some jelly then? T_T Withered: No, Ink. Ink: T_T But I really don't like apples... |
| Ink: And I'm really hungry.... |
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| Withered:
*sigh* Ink: . . . |
| Ink: I'm going to eat my apple, Withered-chan. |
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Ink: Withered-chan? T_T |
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| Ink: *thinks* She's not listening to me. T_T |
| Ink: *thinks* I don't like her friend. T_T Now Withered-chan's thinking about her more than me. *sniffs* |
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| Withered:
Ink? Ink: *sniffs* T_T |
| Ink: *thinks* I hope her friend never writes back. T_T |
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| Withered: Ink? *thinks* Oh dear. What's upset her? |
| Withered: Why is your hair so messy today, Ink? |
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| Ink:
*thinks* Oh! She's talking to me! ^o^ Ink: I didn't know how to comb the other side. -_- Withered: Do you want me to comb it for you? Ink: Really? Will you, Withered-chan? ^o^ |
| Withered: I'll just comb it straight out. |
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| Ink:
But it has to curl. Like the other side. Withered: . . . I don't know how to do curls. Ink: T_T Oh. Withered: I'll try though. Ink: Curls are nice. ^_^ But I can only do one side. T_T I like it when both sides are curled. Withered: Who curls your other side for you then? Ink: ...someone... I don't remember. T_T Withered: ...well, never mind. Ink: ^_^ |
| Withered: Wait a while, all right? I have to go get a comb. |
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| Ink: Okay. ^_^ |