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Mieu continued to pout, but he was faintly more receptive to the situation under Rosie's attention. Before long, Luke returned from his brief expedition, toting a fairly standard duffel bag in one hand and raising the other in a silent greeting that indicated his return. He lifted the bag slightly in gesture to his successful endeavor, reached a hand briefly to the head of the Flareon that stood to greet him, and, with little hesitation, undid the lock once more. He wasn't really sure how he was able to withstand everything, as terrifying as the thought of facing all this had been. Drawing open the locker's door once more, green eyes fell to Rosie in sidelong glances; he had a fairly good theory in mind. "I'm glad," he said, the words carrying such a tone that he easily might have been speaking to himself, "that you were here. Thank you."
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 5:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 6:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 6:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 6:57 pm
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