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Harlowe D'Angelo · 10-08-2010, 07:19 AM

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HEY UM I SUCK OK?

The pallid youth was not generally one for company, but he was not particularly averse to it, either. His mother wanted him to be a sociable creature with good manners and aptitude for conversation. He could not fail her, awkward as it was for him to actually interact with other creatures. This stranger was no different, and as the male noticed Harlowe, the youth gave a strange, uncomfortable smile. It did not touch his face other than his lips, leaving his eyes and brow expressionless. The gangly youth nodded his head, running one of his chocolate-tinged paws over the edge of the plane's wing. “I have no idea what they are,” he said, obviously disappointment in his voice. He was dismayed with his own lack of knowledge and often frustrated by it. “They look like the car-machines from the streets, sort of,” he said, surmising that the inner compartment was intended to house humans. But why were these built with ridiculous things stuck out on the side? The cars were streamlined and thin, intended to move in great packs up and down the streets at high speeds. He had surmised this from his reading, of course—in his mind, the roar of traffic was quite clear and plain, the yelling of the human occupants. Some aspects of cars were, of course, perplexing—he had searched all over many cars, and he had never found their horns. Of course, he was assuming they were horns like on a bull or antlers like on a deer, and he had no idea they were intended to make noise.

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