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Post by SABRE LUPE on Sept 7, 2012 10:55:47 GMT -5
Sabre was frustrated, clearly, but she considered his suggestion and looked at the soaked shirt on the ground. She looked back up at him and decided to frown furiously.
"That's your shirt," she commented, stating the obvious. "... and I don't want to touch it." She had difficulty ever accepting help from anybody. It came from living in the forest and never receiving help for anything, even though they weren't well-off and food sometimes was scarce.
She instead tore off one of her pant legs and ripped it so that it was just a strip of cloth. "Do you suppose this would do?"
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Post by FENRIR VOLKOV on Sept 13, 2012 22:43:04 GMT -5
Fenrir frowned at her when she ripped her pants. "A waste of a good pant, but it'll do," he muttered, raising his eyebrow. Why didn't she just accept his shirt? I mean, she could've taken off her own shirt and used it instead...not that he wanted her to do that. He wasn't exactly the kind of guy to flip out when a girl removed her shirt. He stared back up at the sky. "My shirt doesn't have rabies," he commented offhandedly, feeling offended by her choice of words.
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