02-22-2009, 12:35 AM
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-- ----------faster, faster.. the lights are turnin' red Maz clicked her teeth together once; the sound would barely be audible from any distance, but Charger recognised the command at once. Lowering to a crouch enabled him to clamber up on her back, where he perched roughly on some combination of her shoulder and her satchel. She now tiptoed forward on all fours, inching her way closer and closer to her mysterious company. Surely this wasn't the popular joint where all the singles went to party--what on earth was anybody else doing here? Her ears pricked forward as she realised they may very well be doing exactly what she was doing; i.e. not a whole lot, just looking around for random junk. |