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Posted on March 27, 2013 at 05:16:21 PM by Paldor
 Paldor can't believe his luck today, he's hit the jack pot on stupidity in this land it seems as he looks over at Rainbow with very little interest in his white eyes, he can't help but roll them even though it's impossible to know that he's done such a thing. He shook his head slightly as she started to look around in the air, wonderment and some form of amazment written plainly across her face, seriously... this is a face palming moment for Paldor, he wants to put his paw to his face, wants to slap the stupid off her face and yet he can't turn away from all this. It's almost to good at this moment for him. He could atleast have a bit of fun with this one right? take her some where and show her the flies, cause there weren't any around here just yet. Maybe if he got some honey he could entice her to go for the bee's and then he could laugh when she got stung. She wouldn't be to thrilled to hang out with him at that point he bet. When she started to snap at the 'imaginary flies' he couldn't help but let out a moan of distress, she really thought there was flies to catch here, "child..." he knows that he's not older than her, but her attitude and his appearence begs to differ at who is the older of whome. "You do realise that there are no flies there." As if pointing out the obvious might help her out a bit, who knew, maybe she was just really daft. Perhaps she'd been dropped on her head as a pup? yes, he'd go with this theory because he'd honestly never come across someone so freakishly happy all the time. Like nothing could get her down. It was insane. Mind blowing really. "I don't catch flies, NO! NO FLIES, why do I even let myself get into these types of situations?" it was a question mainly for himself, talking to himself now, that's just swell isn't it. "Wow, you got yourself a perfect catch there Pal" his eyes narrow slightly, not at her but at the voice that now flits into his mind, it makes him appear like the old man, George Wilson from Dennise the Menace, very much the cranky old sod he is. Go on get Oz, this has nothing to do with you! "Oh the Countess is gonna love your new friend" Don't you dare Oz, DON'T YOU DARE! "Oh but it's so much fun! just to much fun" he lets a low growl leave his lips, this seems to be the only way to get the voice of that man out of his head. At the mention of acid she becomes over joyed and he almost wishes he could find a vat of the stuff to dump on her, maybe then she'd stop being so damn happy. "Sit down, damn it all there's no need for this jumping around and hop-la. ACID IS.. a good thing..." he was about to tell her it wasn't a good thing but then she mentioned bunnies and his belly changed his mind for him. The thought of a hunt though made him change his mind slightly, "Bunnies you say, well. If we go and get the bunnies now, and then I'll show you the path to the magical pool of acid" he says, toning down his anger and instead turning on the charm. How gross, he doesn't like doing this. He has this ability to turn it on and off, most times he could care less what people think of him. But the idea of food made his belly grumble and he smiles now at her. "Yes, why don't you run up ahead and tell me if you see any bunnies, if there are bunnies, and you get me a couple of them, I'll take you to the pool of acid that turned my eyes white, and then you can have white eyes too!" he tries to sound excited but honestly he's just hungry and ready to use this little, fast, overly excited female to go and get him the bunnies. Maybe it will wear out some of her energy at the same time and spare him a headache. "talks like this" arctic wolf | male | six | story teller | no mate | no bond | no pack |
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