Bad Guys Need Flowers - Pt. 23
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As the trio walked towards the pool – the sectioned sun rays of the fall forest approaching relatively, through the giant window – Cal noticed Midnight looking at him.
Cal: “What?”
Midnight: “Surely you have something to say. I’m carrying a mysterious paper bag.”
Cal (thinking): “Umm… okay: What’s in the bag?”
Midnight: “I meant something a bit more interesting; more suspicious, with a tinge of bitterness, or maybe cuteness.”
Cal: “Honestly, I don’t know what to say anymore. You’ve already pigeonholed me as the sarcastic guy, so how am I supposed to play that up without being a repetitive bore?”
Midnight: “It’s not repetitive if it’s creative.”
Cal: “Creating two Earths would be repetitive.”
Midnight: “Not if one were different than the other. You’re thinking too much. Just say something witty.”
Cal: “Something like what?”
Midnight: “That’s your job.”
Sally appeared: “Meow.”
Cal: “Something like that?” Midnight didn’t listen.
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B, B, B, Bonus Content!!!
Here is the original flickr caption for the picture in this post:
"Cat is such amazing animal. When they put up their paws, you have no idea if they are going to give you a cat massage, or give you a good scratch. You won't know until the paw lands on you.
喵= meow in chinese. Because we speak to our cats in chinese, I bet they speak in chinese cat language too.
Edit: Someone at LJ mentioned "喵" looks like a grimacing face. haha it does!"
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