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Post by Tumblebrutus on Aug 6, 2011 23:34:08 GMT -5
He sniffled again, then took a few deep breaths. "You've made a lot before?" he asked. "It'll take forever, too..." He rubbed his neck, wrist brushing against the light blue collar.
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Post by Pouncival on Aug 6, 2011 23:36:48 GMT -5
"Nah, you just find a hole that's already there," Pouncival said. "Then make it from there."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Aug 6, 2011 23:47:48 GMT -5
"That won't work," Tumblebrutus said, sitting on the ground. "We won't find anything."
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Post by Pouncival on Aug 6, 2011 23:50:21 GMT -5
Pouncival grabbed Tumblebrutus's arm and dragged him after him, not saying a word.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Aug 7, 2011 0:07:06 GMT -5
"Hey! What the hell--heck are you doing?" Tumblebrutus corrected himself as he nearly tripped, not expecting the other to grab him. He didn't even know his name.
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Post by Pouncival on Aug 7, 2011 0:09:02 GMT -5
Pouncival stopped in front of a pile. "See. There's a hole cause a big bit is sitting on top of another bit, and another hole on the top you can climb to the top in."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Aug 7, 2011 0:11:56 GMT -5
"It's just rubbish," he said as he looked at the junk, not able to see what Pouncival was going for.
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Post by Pouncival on Aug 7, 2011 0:17:37 GMT -5
"Just go in," Pounce said, shoving the other forward.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Aug 7, 2011 0:19:40 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus looked back at Pouncival and frowned before he crawled in. A few seconds later, he was at the top.
"I liked mine better."
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Post by Pouncival on Aug 7, 2011 0:21:23 GMT -5
"Yours would have fallen down in the wind," Pounce said. "This has stayed up forever."
Well, the three months he'd know about it was forever in his mind.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Aug 7, 2011 0:34:08 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus looked down and shifted so he was perched in a better spot.
"There's room for two. You can come up if you want."
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Post by Pouncival on Aug 7, 2011 7:36:05 GMT -5
Pouncival climbed though the holes, poking his head out. "This one is so much cooler. And practically finished already."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Aug 7, 2011 8:21:01 GMT -5
"It's okay, I guess. I still like the other better. There was more room to think." He watched the other tom with some interest. He didn't remember seeing him before, but he seemed familiar all the same. He wasn't sure quite why.
"What's your name?" he asked, then looking away from Pouncival out over the Junkyard. He wondered if his parents were still fighting, if his father had left, if Victor got involved, or his parents started screwing again in another fit of "I love you/I hate you."
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Post by Pouncival on Aug 9, 2011 8:05:09 GMT -5
"Pouncival," he answered. "You're like...Tumblebum, or something, right?"
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Aug 9, 2011 20:57:00 GMT -5
He twitched a bit. "Brutus, not bum. Tumblebrutus. You can call me Tumble if you want though, I guess." He gazed at the other, slightly more curious in the mysterious tom, or at least one he perceived as mysterious.
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Post by Pouncival on Aug 9, 2011 23:37:27 GMT -5
"That's not what Plato told me," Pouncival supplied.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Aug 10, 2011 1:10:50 GMT -5
"Plato's a dick," he retorted sharply. "I hate him. He just says that stuff because he's friends with my brother--wait, you know Plato?" His head cocked to the side. "Then how come I've never met you?" And another pause. "What'd he say about me?"
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