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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Jan 24, 2008 19:41:29 GMT 10
Two lone figures were standing underneath a pine tree, a soft breeze swaying it from one side to another, shadows flickering onto the pair below. The taller of the two was a young woman, dressed in what many would call 'skimpy' clothing. She was a shapely person, however, trim and attractive, so it didn't seem too much out of place. Her back was leaning against the tree, eyes closed, humming a pleasant little tune. This was her time to rest. Finally, free of Starbright city and its dark alleys, free of the cold, sleepless nights spent underneath the sky. She was starting a new life.
The latter of the duo, was a complete opposite to the girl beside him. He was incredibly short and rather plump, with big, spikey ears that shot right up to the sky. He was standing close beside the woman, his head tilted up and eyes wide open.
"Romeo, stop staring up my skirt," Fey sighed, opening one eye and turning her head to the Munchlax. "...why?" he asked absent-mindedly, still looking up. Fey returned her head to its past position, but keeping her eyes open. "Because I said so." "....old habits die hard, sugar," Romeo replied, determined to keep the view for as long as he could, leaning against his Trainer's leg. Fey sighed a long, tired sigh, and closed her eyes. "I said, stop," she repeated, much more firmly than before. "Oh, c'mon baby, don't be like that," the Munchlax replied, his tone changing to that of a betrayed lover. He then started to gently stroke Fey's calf, caressing it.
The moment she felt his hairy hand's touch, she withdrew her leg, causing the Pokémon to collapse, and kicked him aside, not a single word said. Romeo got back on his feet, cleaning his fur of dirt, looking up at his Trainer. "Ooh, I like it violent," he said, one eyebrow raised and a smutty smile across his chubby face. In return, Fey took out a single Pokéball, and returned her Munchlax, much to his disappointment. She put the little sphere in her handbag, and sighed again, finally being able to relax. Then, slowly, like a thin caterpillar, a small smile crept up onto her lips. Before she knew it, her hand was already at her mouth, trying to cover her giggles. She didn't exactly know why, but she really liked that perverted Munchlax.
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Post by Feather on Jan 26, 2008 15:16:49 GMT 10
Behind his sunglasses the pink eyebrows of Romeo raised about half a inch. The thin, shaped brows seldom rose, unless he was very confused, and now he was. No one around me wears skirts, so how could I be looking up one? Not to mention--I am to tall to get down that low. Of course the answer was soon made clear when he entered the clearing and saw the two figures at the base of the pine tree. The eyebrow's rose above the frames of the sunglasses when he glanced at the girl closer. A morph and out of the lab! If only his father knew. Well it wasn't as if he was going to help his spotless reputation at Pravus by helping him!
Romeo arrived just in time to catch the Munchlax reaching his grubby little hand to the girl's thigh. Pervert, only act like that after you have them in bed, and if you control them, not the other way around. Romeo didn't disapprove of the pervertedness, just of how badly the little Pokemon went around showing it. Although Romeo did have to admire his bravado. Unlike Fey's Munchlax his Slowpoke had no interest in looking up anyone's skirt. In fact once you got past his slow, and laborious movements he was actually quite the smart, well-mannered Pokemon. Although unlike his Trainer Luvi didn't have a darker side hidden under there.
Coughing slightly he decided to interrupt the girl's laughter. It was obvious she must not mind bestiary much, seeing as the Munchlax had only received a kick for his antics. To everyone their own. "I must say, nice skirt darling." Unlike the Munchlax there was no innuendo hidden under that statement, in fact he was more interested in other's clothes then what lay hidden underneath them. Fashion was his life, followed shortly after by contests. Luvi was somewhere in the top 20, followed by his family.
"Absol eh?" He had seen more then one Absol morph. It seemed that everyone liked the forecasters of destruction. Romeo wanted one, they would look so nice with their fur a dusty pink. Luvi was already decked out, a heart shaped mark had been sharpied on his right cheek.
Speaking of the slowpoke it had taken him this long to reach his trainer, upon doing so he promptly flopped down on the ground. Oddly enough, even if he had only walked 300 or so feet he looked exhausted, yet in battle he could go on for hours. <hello. You can understand me eh? Romeo here cannot.>
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Jan 26, 2008 19:24:10 GMT 10
Fey's head turned to face the visitor at lightning speed, seemingly almost breaking her neck. Her left eyebrow was raised, no comments about his odd hair leaving her red lips. The rest of her body remained in place, leaning against the pine tree, left foot resting on the bark. She found it comfortable, and there was no reason for her to stop what she was enjoying, just for some brat that had walked in on her. Uninvited.
"That's what everyone says; Men, at least" she replied to his compliment. This may be more fun than I expected, she thought to herself. "But, I believe I've got better things for show," she added, her usual, naughty little smile on her lips. He looked young, and had this strange, feminine aura around him, but it never hurt to play around a bit, or at least give him some false hopes, as Fey reasoned.
Slowly, she stood up, and started walking towards Romeo, her round hips swaying seductively as she did so. Finally, upon reaching the boy, she bent over until her face was level with his, her big, red eyes staring deep into his own, hands resting on her thighs. Now, all it took, was for the deep cut in her shirt to work its magic. "Don't you think so, too?" she asked, smiling viciously. She ignored the Slowpoke, her attention focused solely on the boy's reaction.
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Post by Feather on Jan 27, 2008 6:38:13 GMT 10
Was the girl possessed, or just paranoid. She'd likely hurt herself twisting her neck around like that. Oh so sge could raise her eyebrows as well, no need to show off. Just because she was a mutt of human and pokemon gave her no excuse to feel special. Now that he was over the initial shock of running into a morph Romeo's eyebrows had returned to their even keel position, and now in fact he looked a little bored. Behind his pink tinted sunglasses it was hard to tell if the smile currently on his face had reached up to his eyes, but that was unlikely.
Today he was dressed to kill. A white, tailored dress-suit, was popped by a striped, pink shirt underneath, and stuck in the suits front pocket was a striped hankerkeif of the same color. Running a finger through his bright hair he paused, women. "Darling I am ure you do. You do have a bit of fashion sense." They alwyas seemed to think his words held a deeper meaning, all he had meant was nice shirt. Not nice shirt, and what's under it has to be even better! "Now I must admit, that the shirt is nto as nice as i thoght a a distance." Of course that was his way of saying, you are nice, but not THAT nice doll.
"Romeo, and Luvi the immaculately mannered Slowpoke." Of course if he knew the thoughts running through that pink creature's head he would have thought twice before calling his manners immaculate. Luvi was not a big fan of being ignored, in fact he usually protested it. Yet today h was to tired to do anything but flop down on the ground and sigh.
His pink and white tail waved like a flag behind him, making obvious his annoyance. Of course this was followed minutes later by a loud snore, it was totally NAP TIME!
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Jan 27, 2008 7:15:01 GMT 10
Fey laughed at the boy's indifference to her...attempts. Was he simply too young or immature for that stuff, or whether he 'swayed in the different direction' was still a puzzle. It was time to find out.
Still giggling, Fey closed her eyes, raising her head and moving it around as if to relax it. She then lowered her head, laughing no more, replaced by a vile, ferocious smile on her lips. She opened her eyes, and the red orbs seemed aglow with fire, as the pupils grew slightly more cat-shaped. Being much stronger and faster than most of simple humans, Fey was confident that her routine will work this time as well. She did it so many times, after all. In fact, at least once for each man, and there is plenty of those under her belt!
Suddenly, she leapt forward at blinding speed, arms closing in around the boy's chest, possibly crushing it between them. She pushed forward, as she tried to force Romeo down on the soft grass, her sharp fingernails making a small cut on the side of his neck, the hot blood pleasantly trickling down her fingers. This boy had absolutely no idea what he has gotten himself into.
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Post by Feather on Jan 27, 2008 9:38:16 GMT 10
It was not a good thing when folks like this girl laughed. Ah well, it wasn't as if she was any danger. Luvi could take care of her, of course it would be a pity to ruin those wonderful clothes. Raising a eyebrow he allowed his gaze to travel down to her belt. So she had decided to name some vicious little Munchlax after him, or the one fellow from the book. The very book, one of the only ones he had time to read in a long time, had made him develop a fear of poison types. As of yet he hadn't encountered any problems with them. Of course irony had a odd way of making itself known.
"May I just ask what is so funny. My name can't be that comedic." Although that wasn't to say he hadn't been laughed at over it, his real first name was Julian.Yet that name was so dull, and it started with the same letter as the rest of his siblings. With a bit of begging his father had finally allowed him to change his name. Mostly to stop the annoying voice calling him 'poppa' to stop caterwauling in his ears. Especially when he was doing work. Which was the best time to ask him for anything. When her eyes became cat-like, and began looking at him like a hungry predator he knew his assumption was right. When someone like this smiled good things seldom happened.
Romeo would have stayed balance, if not for the distraction brought on byLuvi standing up. with a wet 'thump' he fell backward into the grass. Sending up a mist cloud of dew "bloodthirsty as well as Lustful. Much better looking close-up" This statement was made in a even voice, and in reality he really didn't mind that much. Of course when the scratches began to hurt he sihed, those would probably scar! "Luvi, cool her off will you." The attack move for the word Cool Off was better known as "Water gun." But using the attack name gave stuff away.
The bubble that had been emerging from the Slowpoke's nose as he watched the two tussle on the grass popped. This was followed soon after by a deep breath, and a jet stream of water, aimed at Fey.
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Jan 27, 2008 10:02:51 GMT 10
Fey laughed maniacally, as they fell over, Romeo failing against the strength of her impact. She was sitting on her knees, her legs at either side of Romeo's body, resting her rear on his stomach. She then leaned over, mouth wide open, as she put her lips against the boys neck, closing in on the wound that she has given him. Then, Fey started sucking the blood out of the little opening, learning more of Romeo with each drop.
Having had more than enough, Fey took her lips away from Romeo's throat, her lips leaving a red mark around the wound. She was just about to lick it with her healing saliva, when, with the corner of her eye, she saw the jet of water torpedoing toward her. She quickly leapt to the side, no big feat for somebody with predator DNA, as she sneered at the Slowpoke.
Exceptionally, however, she did not attack the Pokémon back. She stood up, regaining her posture, fresh, hot blood trickling from her lips. "You're quite tasty," she admitted, looking down at the boy, as she licked the blood off her mouth. "Just as I expected. You're too young, I guess. And you seem to have other sexual interests, too," she added. Fey never played with words. She always spoke what's on her mind. "But, that, I may be able to change," she finished, that same, naughty smile on her perfect lips.
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Post by Feather on Jan 27, 2008 10:56:31 GMT 10
Romeo sighed. This girl was getting his laundry bill, no doubt that grass stain would never come out. Not to mention that blood would ruin the red and pink ensemble. At least she was nothing like that one Crobat morph. That thing had fangs, and wings, not to mentions hooks on it wings, at least his Father hadn't used him fo chow--no that was for the mutated lab pokemon. Luvi had belonged to him long before that, which was a good thing. The very thought of Luvi being murdered to satiate a idiots bloodlust was almost to much to bear.
Now his neck burned like hell! Slapping a hand to it he glared at the girl ,his glasses diminishing it, and no doubt blocking it from view. The pain would go away, but it had taken a lot of dirt to get the former contest champion's winning suit! Oh well with all the dirt Romeo had on him, he could make him get on his knees and scrub it! Hand clapped over the wound Romeo shook his head. Dizzying , bloodloss was just that. "I have seen bigger fangs before." Of course he didn't take to kindly to being sucked on like a Lollipop, not in the least. But the attack could wait, he saw potential here.
"Would it be odd if I have said I have heard that before~" In the same sense as well. At least he wasn't wearing his white gloves today, ruining those would have been a true tragedy. Eyes still narrowed he lifted his fingers from his neck and began pulling the pieces of gras from his hair. The words 'mutated', lab' and 'DNA anomaly' could be heard from his mouth as he did so, even if it didn't seem his mouth was moving. "To young--are you lording it over me that your what 18?17?" Not that much of a difference there.(I might edit his age to 17) "I admire beauty---men can be pretty too--not just women--like yourself." Change that? How could one change smeone else's admiration of all things pretty.
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Jan 27, 2008 19:42:10 GMT 10
As Romeo was dusting of his clothes and scrubbing them, Fey looked down as well. Fortunately, while the two were on the ground, she spent more time on the boy himself, than grass, and there wasn't really much dirt on her clothes at all. She wiped her mouth with her hand, making sure that there was no more blood there. Appearances are an important factor, after all, especially for the kind of life Fey led.
Looking down at the boy again, Fey seemed to brighten up a bit. "You're saying they're small?" she inquired, her hands going to her teeth. "Thanks! You have no idea how badly can a mouth full of sharp fangs scare off any kind of man." Whether Fey heard the insults, or decided to ignore them, was unknown, although her hearing is definitely better than it was before she became a morph, that's for sure.
"No, I'm 19, actually," she replied. "And what I meant by that, was simply that you may be too young for certain...activities," she said, trying to pick a milder word. Wait a second, this is not like her. Fey never cares about what words she uses, even if they are too mature for some people. Was she behaving like that because she never talked about that stuff with men younger than her, or better still, never did it with them? This was wrong. She was changing, and Fey certainly didn't like it.
"Yes, I know from experience that men can be very attractive," she admitted. It's not like it was that strange; Fey is a woman, after all. Looking down at Romeo, Fey's eyes focused on his neck and the thin streams of blood that still seeped through the wound. "Want me to lick it for you?" she inquired, a finger pointed at the wound on Romeo's neck. A rather peculiar question to ask a man, but for Fey, perfectly normal.
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Post by Feather on Jan 28, 2008 10:18:06 GMT 10
Romeo sighed, well no use in getting the suit even more dirty. Reaching a hand to his shoulder he peeled the fabric away, shaking it, and sending a collage of dirt and grass drifting lazily toward the ground.Wrapping it up into a tube he throw the suit over his shoulder, the shirt underneath was relatively stainless, except for the bottom where it had stuck out from under the suit coat. Giving his head a final shake he was glad to say that he was now relatively clean. Most of the anger at her had evaporated, replaced with the sparkings of a idea. Of course he had to be easy how he went around it, mostly he didn't want to be around when she was starving, although he might stay long enough for her to meet XO. Or even Mion, who he doubted had the time for a silly little seductress.
"I am saying I have seen larger." Oh yeah she wasn't male. Most males took anything being called small as a insult, well unless it was their belly. So the barbed insult had earned him praise instead? Not exactly what he had been after. After all that flying grass he found his eyes itching, which he could easily remedy. It was the sunglasses after all. With a quick flick of the wrist the sunglasses were folded and in his pocket, a bit of his prior anger was still evident, although even now it was deterioating. "Not where I am from they don't......." Pravus critters liked to use those fangs the DNA had given him, no doubt he sometimes looked like a chewtoy.
"I admire the attempt at being polite. Wasted, but maybe there is something under the fur and fangs. So you can't lord it over me, i am a big boy after all." Of course the ones who acted nice were the most dangerous, and he doubted she was anything but a big blowhard, just hungry, for more then one thing of course.
Romeo shook his head, and as if by magic he snapped his finger and his Slowpoke waddled over. it took a lot of willpower not to stick his head in the ground, and leave it there. Mouth moving rapidly he recieved a slow nod from the Slowpoke, who reared unsteadily on his hind legs and blew out a stream of cold air, which frosted the suit, which Romeo wrapped around his neck, like a very exopensive scarf. "No need."
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Jan 29, 2008 6:32:10 GMT 10
Fey watched Romeo carefully, as he was taking off his dirty clothes, when suddenly, she felt a bit odd. She sensed that something bad may lay in store for her if she sticks around for too long. She got those feelings quite rarely, but they did have an annoying tendency to be quite accurate. Whether it had something to do with Absol DNA and their ability to sense disasters, she could never be sure.
The moment the words 'I'm a big boy' left Romeo's mouth, Fey's lips twitched slightly as if to smile, but then tried to cover it. This was just about the argument the Absol-morph needed. "Oh, come now," Fey purred, as she slowly started walking toward him. "Don't be that way," she continued, getting closer to Romeo with each word. "After all, you are a 'big boy', and big boys should know that, sometimes, girls might want to get a little bit more..." she paused, as she gently took his clothes away from his neck, her left hand flat on Romeo's chest, and right on his shoulder. "...intimate," Fey finally whispered into his ear, pressing her whole body against his. "Besides, you'll enjoy it" she purred, as she slowly licked the remaining blood off the boy's neck, before closing her mouth around the small cut.
Fey's tongue danced vigorously across the surface of Romeo's skin, spreading her saliva on the wound, the enzymes healing it withing the amount of one second. Fey, however, kept her lips on Romeo's neck for a far longer duration, simply for the same reason that seemed to be the motive for almost anything she did: pure pleasure.
Finally, Fey's lips fell away from Romeo's neck, a soft popping sound as she did so. The deep cut was now gone, a blazing red hickey in its place. "Hungry for more?" The Absol-morph asked, wining at the boy as sh tapped his nose. She then turned around, and walked a few steps away from the boy, her short tail flicking up, the mini-skirt having no other choice but to follow. Fey stopped, and, with a quick thrust of her hips, she stuck her butt out, one hand flat on her backside. "Well, you're not gonna get it that easily," she purred, as she looked over her left shoulder, her big, innocent eyes staring at Romeo.
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Post by Feather on Jan 29, 2008 12:03:24 GMT 10
Romeo had the same feeling as the Absol morph. Of course with all the news crews wandering about the nearby towns asking opinions about the new Contest hall it would be rather odd to see a former champion run through, and out of the very town he had won the last 'fair' contest in would be rather rude. So with a quick glance upward he gently nudged Luvi with his foot. The Slowpoke stood up, and moved, surprisingly fast compared to earlier. Of course he only moved behind Romeo, when out of contests he was more likely to harm then help. He was a ham, n a polite ham mind you, not a warrior.
The suit was caught by the slowpoke's tail. At least he had a future in being a coat rack. Turning his head up slightly he watched as the girl latched herself onto Romeo, that was twice already! His mom didn't even get that close when he was over, they hugged and then she went away, and ignored him, rather rudely mind you.
"Was that pause required?" This time Romeo stayed on his feet. Luvi helped quite a bit, just by keeping the back of his lower leg steady. Ewww..drool. Of course with those teeth that close to his jugular he couldn't say a word, normally he'd be tempted to play flirt around back, but not with a morph, they were dangerous, and he was pretty sure this was a mutt of a morph. When she let go he felt his heart pace slow down, considerably.
"You're a Gorebyss with fur that's all." They sucked blood. They also killed a lot of little fish, the two DNA's had likely been mixed resulting in miss odd here. Now he really needed a scarf, the hickey would look rather odd, seeing as he was faithful, noncommittal Romeo, who had never hung out with more then one girl at a time.
He was glad she didn't draw blood. "I really must decline. Who knows what you have." That was the first barbed comment he had thrown, that would be hard to mistake for anything else, then a insult. Basically he was calling her a whore, he doubted she would have known what the word pretentious meant. So he had decided not to use it. Allowing his eyes to travel downward he almost made the same mistake as earlier and called her skirt pretty. No need for her to think he had said: "Nice ass. Now--I do have a --well something to do." Wait..that first part was a thought, it wasn't supposed to be spoken. Shit.
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Jan 30, 2008 7:33:46 GMT 10
Fey winced at the insulting comments. This was not exactly what she had come to get used to. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Why was it that everyone took her for a whore? Well, maybe apart from most men, who usually came to that conclusion after they'd been abandoned by Fey. The way the Absol-morph saw it, she was quite the opposite of a whore. Prostitution is a service, women get paid to do it. From Fey's point of view, it was the men, who were servicing her.
Also, just because of the way of life she chose, everyone suddenly jumps to the conclusion that she must be carrying some terrible illness. It was definitely not so. Despite her looks, Fey was rich. Even though she had no job, she had a constant, incoming flow of money. Where she took all that cash from, however, was not much of a secret. Many of the countless men that Fey seduced have offered something for her to stay. They gave her precious gifts, money, jewels, a private mansion to call her own, even. Of course, preferring not to bind emotionally with anybody, Fey never stayed with any of those men, but she happily accepted the gifts. She had all the money she needed, to properly take care of herself; expensive body-treatments, visits at the doctor's, all that. And yet everyone jumps to the conclusion that she lives somewhere out in the streets, sleeping with rats among garbage.
Suddenly, Fey brightened up, giggling. It seems that, despite Romeo's stinging words, she has managed to achieve her desired effect on him. Still giggling like a teenage girl, she stiffened her black tail, lifting her mini-skirt again. "You mean this?" she asked playfully, slapping her right buttock softly. She straightened up, turning to face Romeo. She lifted her eyebrow and smiled seductively, getting closer to him yet again. "Why don't you come and get it, then?" she whispered into his ear, as she pressed her body against his, taking his right hand and guiding it to her butt, placing it underneath her skirt.
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Post by Feather on Jan 30, 2008 14:05:22 GMT 10
No use trying to take it back now. Although her crestfallen face, and quiet attitude had been heavenly--for the 10 or so seconds that it lasted. Of course to Romeo, who had already sent his Slowpoke slinking off to go wait at the place he met his farer, or would have been meeting him, from the way she had bounded back it seemed he would be a little late.. The one that usually carried him to Pravus HQ in his speedboat, and now Romeo was left alone , without his trustworthy slowpoke. Pity that was, Luvi was just tired, he would have snapped to the defensive eventaully.
Father would call this a Phenomonal Conundrum. Along with 'Romeo's classic Slippage of his silver coated tongue It mostly happened when he was thinking rather insulting things. Of course with his father around, he was lucky he hadn't been torned apart by their lovely little 'pets' and thrown into one of the vials. Of course Romeo had kept his eyes closed. A few seconds ago he had looked like a deer in the headlights, and for the most part now he was relaxed. Much more relaxed then he should have been when facing a creature armed with fangs and claws. Of course when one lved in a lab where a red eyed creature was let free at night to eat anything it found not in a cage, then a little flirtatious Morph idn't scare you that much, not really.
Now that his breathing had slowed his eyes flared back open. Only to see as the Absol morph latched herself to him again. God--she was clingier then a magnet, but probably more dangerous. When he felt his hand being moved he initially resisted, then realized something. She'd prefer that. So best not to give in to that. "Because I have a boat to catch--Well a person to find--then a Dodrio to hitch a ride on--then a boat to catch." Much to long for Miss Seductive here to follow. "Besides that Munchlax of yours is probably jealous." If he could hear anything anyway.
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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Jan 31, 2008 4:53:03 GMT 10
Fey smiled inwardly as she felt Romeo relax a little. Finally, he was getting accustomed to her and her ways. This was all she really needed to get started. From here, it can only go downhill. There was something that troubled her, however. Fey knew, from Romeo's blood, that he tends to be quite flirtatious and likes playing with girls. So what was it that was holding him up now? Was it Fey's age? Or, maybe he had a girlfriend, although the blood never mentioned one. Whatever the reason, Fey did not like it.
"Shhh," she silenced Romeo, placing her smooth finger on his lips as he started babbling nervously. Then she giggled at the mention of her Munchlax, the other Romeo. "He's just an old pervert. Don't trouble your little mind with him," she whispered into the boy's ear, as she put a finger on the small, blazing red hickey that she gave him, playing around with it. "It will stay for quite some time," she commented absent-mindedly. She then sighed, realising something.
"This is not working," she said, quietly enough for Romeo not to hear. Then, without a word of warning, she turned around and, slowly, started walking toward the tree where sha had left all of her stuff, head down and forgetting about the whole 'hip-sway' walk. She picked up her belongings, leaning against the same birch tree, her back to Romeo. "You're free to go," she said loudly, pretending not to care the least bit, but her trembling voice clearly giving it away.
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