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Kyrie Rin

She let out a small, high-pitched "Mmmm...." as she heard the knock on her door. She forced herself to wake up, then went to answer it. When she saw who it was, she quickly blinked her eyes, trying to get herself awake.

"Oh, hi, Rick!" she greeted him, though her normally-cheery personality clouded by her tiredness. It was surprising, but she could recognize him even in horse form. There was just something about him, as a horse, that made him look like him. 

She yawned. "How are you doing, Mister Horse?" 

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Clydell Gage

He frowned. "I came over, just to apologize, and I get a curt reply like that?" Clydell made a 'Tch' noise, going back over to the couch to read his book. He muttered a few words to himself about how unappreciative the world was, as his eyes gazed upon the black lettering of the story. 

(( Gah, I made a super-boring post for Clydell... ... Sorry! ^-^;; ))

rick *he nudged her softlywithhis soft nose, sene he had no faal hair he had no whisers on his nosemakeing it extremly soft *he nibbled at her cloh, pulling her out of the room he wanted to take her somewhere? perhaps so henooded her head torwards the stairs and skillfly monuverd downthnm, and he neighed to her*

nyght *she walked in*hi- *she looked down at the dg then t the boy* sorryabout riggs- im prettysure he has isomina somtimes

Clydell Gage

He looked up, hearing the 'thanks'. The Tiger gave a short nod. "Yeah," he said, glancing from his book to Antoinette, then back to his book, then back to Antoinette. "... No problem." 

For once, Clydell felt kind of... Satisfied with himself. Satisfied because he had given out two paintings and dumped an entire jar of paint down Rick's pants? That probably wasn't it. But Clydell probably felt satisfied for apologizing. In a way, it made a lot of sense to him. 

Clydell wasn't sure of what to say anymore. So... He just sat there, pretending to read his book, when lots of thoughts were flowing through his mind. After all, Clydell was a thinker. 

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Kyrie Rin

She let out a small laugh, feeling Rick tugging on her clothes. She stroked his nose, a small smile on her face as she followed him.

"Alright, you can let go of the shirt... I happen to like this one." She let out another small laugh as she moved down the stairs with him. "Where are we going?" she asked, truly curious. The tiredness had worn off, and now she was up and running as usual. 

nyght she atontheend of of the cough* um im abigail *sh said reacher hand torward him abit, but withdrew it, cntactwith other humans wasalmost painfulto her, she was a lone anda fihtr, she ooked awayand brushedsohair bhind her ear*

riggs *huffed at them*

rick *he troted over to th door and nibledon t with his mouth tring to get it open he wasenta tall horse but seemed that way he loked back and hr the atthe door, u could sete spark of excitmentin his eyes*

nyght *she felt an awkward vib ripplethrew her and slowly tood up* come on riggs...

Winter wasn't quite sure how to respond to this predicament. She worried for the girl, whoever she was, and for Marcel who sadly had to deal with all of this nonsense. The girl was a worrier, and she'd give herself headaches sometimes worrying about others. The only thing she could do was nod and glance up at him. A rather awkward silence fell upon her before she finally spoke, "I'm..sorry to hear that. ..But...what does it matter to you? If I may ask, of course.." she asked, looking down, feeling somewhat ashamed that she asked this stupid question. 

neyney messange meh)

"That's true," Winter admitted, shifting her position agaisnt the wall. "No one should ever be depressed. It's an awful feeling..." She would know this too well, since she herself once was severely depressed. But she got over it and is now just..shy. Too shy for her liking. It held her back from things she wanted to do. She shook her head as if trying to clear these flashback thoughts out of it. "How about you? Are you doing okay?" she inquired. Since he was too busy trying to help everyone else be alright, maybe he needed someone to talk to or confide in to help him be happy. Winter would be like a living, breathing journal for everyone if you just gave her a chance. 

..ae u kidding me.... ok whatever

Clydell Gage

He felt an awkward silence fall over them, and played around with the corner of a page. Finally, he decided to speak. Now, Clydell was not usually one who started conversations. But this time, he felt he owed Antoinette. And, in a way to get rid of that in-debt feeling, he would pay her back in conversation. 

"Do... ... You like cats?" Clydell almost brought a palm to his face at how stupid the question sounded. 'Do you like cats'? Really, Clydell? Clydell closed his book. Oh well, the stupid question would have to do. After all, Clydell wasn't good at starting conversations. He was usually the one to end them. 

Clydell Gage

"Ah... ... I guess cats are alright..." Those words he uttered were total lies. He loved cats to death, especially the ones with pure-black fur that were normally considered bad luck. Cats to Clydell were like Justin Bieber to a young girl. 

Clydell brushed some of his rather messy raven hair out of his eyes, glancing over at Antoinette. "... Sometimes, I wish I were a stray cat. So carefree, they could do anything they ever wanted and simply eat fish scraps all day long." 

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