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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 7:15 am
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Money? Was the goal of the story to be rich? Magda could see piles upon piles of gold, and the glittering eyes of a creature who wanted it more than anything. She kind of liked the idea, because it wasn't as wholesome and generic as it could have been. A main character, in it for the money. He was probably very funny about it, too.
"I'm merging our minds together. This is the best way to collaborate. It means - "
She shifted her head, and that was when she realized they were stuck. Her explanation died off in the place of giggles, as she flopped back down and laughingly lamented their unfortunate situation.
"I guess it worked a little too well!" She admitted, still laughing as she carefully shimmied downward, sliding her horns out from the curve of his. When she felt them pop out in freedom, she rolled over and laid on her stomach, holding her head in her hands.
"Sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Her apology would sound a little more legitimate, if she wasn't still laughing so much.
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