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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 2:04 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 2:31 am
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The bell to the cafe jingled as a newcomer padded in. The only thing he wore was a pair of black pants, a black headband, and silver rimmed glasses. His body was white while his front (chest to crotch (though you can't see that far) was gray, a black ring of fur grew around each elbow, knee, and his single tail, though not all the marking were not visible because of his pants, he had a scar across his right eye, and had a head of black hair with white streaks. On his back, he carried a black guitar case, the well muscled but slim figure of the Tibetan Wolf walked in.
He wore an aura of cool, quiet, but serious confidence. Daisuke sat at a table nearby the window, there were several others in the cafe, but he paid no attention to them.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 12:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 1:23 pm
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Nurren casually walked into the café, a plain expression on his face, clad in a new haircut and his typical, dark attire. He had been meaning to pay the place a visit, as it had been awhile since he'd seen some familiar, friendly faces. Searching for, what he would deem, a good booth to sit in, his eyes met with a familiar figure. He paused, offering a slight grin to Rocky, choosing the booth adjacent him to sit at. A silent gulp came from him, he was a bit nervous as to how he would be received. Resolving to stay silent, aside from rolling taps from his fingers on the table, he waited until the wolf was ready to serve him, looking out the window.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 3:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 4:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:41 pm
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