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Post by lynx on Jul 19, 2009 0:55:13 GMT -5
Chuckles. "It was worth a shot, at least." A shoulder shrugged, and he looked at the werewolf with a shine in his eyes that was very happy, big surprise. He pondered for a moment.
"Well, our session is almost over... Hm..."
Ponders, he needed ONE more question to make this session worth it.
"What would you do, 'cured', let's say, and out of here?"
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.xander;;
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Post by .xander;; on Jul 19, 2009 1:14:23 GMT -5
good mood was now teetering on the brink of death. xander had expected a question from katze once he got a thoughtful look on his face, but that particular one threw him off.
there is no cure, he wrote somberly. his face became so full of solemnity and anxiety that he appeared to take on years in just seconds. and even if there was… everyone i ever met would deny knowing me. my parents have probably erased all evidence of my existence by now. i have no family, no friends, no home. he paused, thought hard, wrote again.
the worst part of being in this hellhole is that there is nothing for me outside of it.
while xander truly felt the words he said, they were also partly a cover-up. he had never thought about it before--what he would do if he got out. it was no lie that he had nowhere to go [after he served the nine years in prison, of course]. |
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Post by lynx on Jul 19, 2009 1:21:37 GMT -5
Nods his head, looking downwards with a thoughtful expression. He then, after minutes of pause, glanced back up at the male. A sigh passed his lips, then his expression was as nuetral as he could be at this point and time. He sat up fully, then finally decided.
"Thank you for telling me Xander... I'll see you tomorrow." He put that simply, and gestured for the other to be able to leave.
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