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Hey, Im not terribly good at roleplaying really long posts, if I try my hardest to make me posts longer, may I join? *hopefull face*

Kyrie Rin

She blinked a few times, watching Rick leave as fast as a rabbit chasing a carrot. Which was pretty fast. 

"Good... .... Night?" she said quietly, to nobody. Kyrie then smiled, thinking Rick had gotten too tired to stay, and wanted to head up to bed as soon as possible. That must have been the reason. 

Kyrie let out a small yawn, stretching her petite arms. It was time for her to retire to her room, too. So the Bunny walked up to her room, flopping down on her bed without even changing her clothes. 

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Clydell Gage

Once he reached his room once again, he walked in and pulled out a small first aid kit he kept underneath his bed. Tracing his fingers over the red cross that stood out boldly on the white shell, he opened it up.

Taking a finger and swiping it through the antibiotic ointment, he spread it across the wound from the vase, to stop it from getting infected, then wrapped some bandages around the arm. After tying the bandages up, Clydell paused for a moment to admire his work, then collected the things he had taken out of the kit and proceeded to put them away. 

The Tiger sat down on his bed, pulling out the thick novel he had been reading earlier. It was a thriller, and often had long, detailed descriptions of gore. Just seeing the black leather cover over the nearly-ancient yellowed pages made Clydell shudder with fear and a need to crack it open to a page. He flipped through the thin paper that had been decorated with words, until he reached the page where he had stopped. He began to read, not caring what time it was. 

alright, I shall join soon

rick *he closed the door behind himand lookedat his roomte, wos arm was covered in blood- first he was shocked then he raised his brow* ok ive herd of people doing kinky shit but this is rediculous *he said letting out a breath of relief of being away from the girl, heasentgood ith girls, well girl friends, or girls that he likedhisthroatalways wouldfeel tigt and the hewouldsweat and fumble on his words,i mean he dident even have to be madly in love with thechick to get all nervous and weirdsimplyfinding somone attractive would make him un easy*

nyght *she grumbled to herself, an when she returned homeaorund 4 inthemornigthe next day she walked into the house, closeing the dor behnd her, the house seemed awfuly quite, and odd but such was norlat this hour of the mornig she went up stairs and went to bed*

Clydell Gage

He looked up as his roommate, Rick, entered the room, narrowing his eyes. "Shut up, this isn't the case," he hissed, his words shooting out of his mouth as he walked over to his wooden chair, taking a seat on it as he faced the painting he was working on. 

"I just... Cut myself on some broken vase pieces, that's all." With grace, he allowed the hairs of the paintbrush to waltz over the canvas, adding color to the lineart that he did lightly in pencil. Clydell then rolled his eyes at Rick as the Tiger took a new paintbrush, stroking the hairs with his fingers first, then dipping it in acrylic paint. 

"You seem relieved over something," Clydell said quietly, concentrating too much on the painting to add his usual 'I-don't-care-about-you-I'm-just-bored' personality into his words. "Did you perhaps... ... Run into an attractive girl somewhere in this place?" Clydell rolled his eyes, making a 'blegh' noise. "I didn't think you'd act so... ... Amazingly stupid after talking to a girl. I bet you fumbled over your words and such." 

Clydell then reached for the jar of crimson red paint he had, twisting the lid open and dipping the paintbrush into it. 

rick *stuck his toung out* atleast i dident fumble into a vase and cut mysel he smirked back nd stood rediculously close to him watching im paint* hey is that a jar of ur blood? or did someone maybe rip out ur heart and stuff i in a jar to remind u that once upon a time the old tiger man had a heart *he was grinning the whole time*

riggs *he wasent tired so he let his nose wonder around, util he found aboy then smelled ort of like nyght, hwas a snake boy so he walkd over t hiad jumped into his lap*

Clydell Gage

Rick's words had snapped him out of his concentration, causing Clydell to accidentally take the brush over to a part he didn't want red. Angry at how he had ruined a perfectly good painting-in-the-making, Clydell snapped the paintbrush in half. The Tiger stood up, grabbing the jar of paint.

"... You're annoying... Just shut up. Shut up!" The last sentence came out as a shout, as Clydell proceeded to pour the entire jar of red paint down Rick's pants, boxers and all. Tossing the jar aside, Clydell walked out of the room, grabbing his novel and slamming the door shut. His hands were stained with the colors of the paints he had been using, but didn't even bother to get the paints off. Angry and frustrated, Clydell fought to keep himself in his human form as he walked into the hang-out room, sitting down on the couch and popping open his book. After reading the first sentence, he calmed down. 

"Ah," he said quietly, more to himself than anybody else. "I still have some paint on my hands.... Oh well, I'll deal with it later." 

rick uh h guess its my time ofthe month *he stood in an awkward silece wih hmself thenbrst out laughing, then walked down the wall and jumped on the bastard bd* these weremyfarete boxrs and aid covering gages sheatigin the red* hi heart was s small itblended in with te paint, he tookoff his bpantsand boxers then threw them away-he sighed and put some boxers on and took of his also pant coered shirt and walked down the hall he passed thegirlsrom he was talking to earliarhe stopped and looked at the door, and stoodthere for a few minutes then grinned and nocked on the door then quickymorphedinto a horse*

psssst Keaton has riggs on his lap o.O

Clydell Gage

He glanced up at Antoinette, then let out a small sigh, closing his book and walking over. 

"Listen," he started out, his voice low and quiet, almost as if he were telling a secret. "I'm.... ... I'm sorry for what I said earlier." 

That was all he said for a while, as he rubbed the paint on his hands onto his already-paint-stained paints. Finally, he spoke up once more.

"... I... ... I really do apologize." Clydell was tempted to add 'Haha, sike! You're a friggin' toy, you know that?', but he bit his tongue hard before he said anything. He bit his tongue so hard, the taste of blood began to pour into his mouth. 

riggs *he wagged his tail sotly and nuzzled his ace with his nose*

nyght *she had woken up, or just sat up she couldent sleep,hen shenoticerigs wasent in the room she rew on a flannel pjs and a white beater and se troted down the stairs isearch on him*

nyght *the dog sat and barked once, she peaked nto the livieng room seeing the twobut stayed out of sight it wasthe other snake zoddiac*