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Post by Magma Stryke on May 29, 2009 12:08:01 GMT -5
"Suit yourself," Magma said as he took the bag of rice. He poured a little out from it into the pot and stirred it a bit with a wooden spoon. He spun it around a few times, adding more spice with each lap. He stopped to smell it several times and turned the heat higher. He licked his lip when he thought of how good it would be.
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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 29, 2009 12:09:46 GMT -5
Fledge nodded, turned, left in a twirl of dark hair. The door shut behind her, leaving a dull silence.
(End thread?)
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Post by Magma Stryke on May 29, 2009 12:15:41 GMT -5
(Yeah guess so. All Magma does is eat when he's done and I don't want to get hungry writing that)
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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 29, 2009 12:23:03 GMT -5
(Okay, then end thread.)
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Post by Magma Stryke on May 29, 2009 14:16:31 GMT -5
(5 pages, 65 posts lol)
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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 29, 2009 17:01:28 GMT -5
(Yep, that's us. We go on and on ^.^ lol)
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