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Posted: 23-04-2008 14:43
by nighthawk263
*shurgs*
Hmmm Sounds reasonable to me.

Posted: 23-04-2008 14:43
by Kex
*shakes, trying to swallow despite the dryness in her mouth*
*not sure if she just heard correctly* What did you just say?

Posted: 23-04-2008 14:44
by Renate
*pretty annoyed now* Are you deaf or just stupid?!

Posted: 23-04-2008 14:44
by nighthawk263
Flower thats enough
*smiles at kex*
That you have nothing to worry about

Posted: 23-04-2008 14:46
by Kex
*feels relief washing over her*
*extremely exhausted now*

Posted: 23-04-2008 14:47
by Renate
*puzzled* Enough what?
*looks at the girl* Why don't you get out of there now? *notices what the girl is sitting in* More clothes?

Posted: 23-04-2008 15:02
by nighthawk263
Yes more clothes, all the wardrobes are full of them.
*holds out a hand to help kex out of the wardroe*
Are you hungry kex?

Posted: 23-04-2008 15:06
by Kex
*nods*
*hardly able to get out of the wardrobe with her numb legs*
*clings to Tin Man*

Posted: 23-04-2008 15:07
by Renate
*steps out of the way and watches*

Posted: 23-04-2008 15:08
by nighthawk263
*picks her up and carries her into the kitchen*
So what do we want for breakfast?
*sits kex in a chair and opens the fridge*

Posted: 23-04-2008 15:10
by Renate
*left alone with the wardrobe and the problem on how to "slide it on"*
<To her he is so nice, and to me he doesn't even care to explain the simple things ...>
*drops the green dress she had in her hand*
*leaves the tent*

Posted: 23-04-2008 15:11
by Kex
Anything! As long as it is alot! I'm starving! *looks around* Where's the cat?

Posted: 23-04-2008 15:26
by nighthawk263
She is Sleeping
*pulls out eggs, sausage, ham and fruit and begins cooking*
*yells back to flower*
Flower come in the kitchen and join us for breakfast, I'll help you with the dress

Posted: 23-04-2008 15:28
by Kex
She actually eats? I haven't dreamt of her eating ... *watching curiously*

Posted: 23-04-2008 15:30
by Renate
*hears him yelling*
*wonders if she should really return*
*paralyzed by the impression of futility of everything*