The Angel Experiment**ACCEPTING ERASERS**

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Triten nodded. "yeah, your right." he said, petting Tiro like a jerk would, but then again, when he was in werewolf form, he was one.

[S⊕ul]

Tiro jerked her head away from him. "Not so frisky there. 1. That diesn;t happen until after the secind or so day, and 2. I don;t date dogs!" she said.

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Tristen laughed at scence of humor. " oh, silly. your not my girlfriend, your my pet bird!" he said, his canine teeth showing as he smiled and started to pet her again.

[S⊕ul]

TIro took a breath, calming a little bit. "Aw, does the wittle doggy need a pet to fill the void in his life?" she asked in a baby tone. "The the wittle doggy so sad that he has to pretend his 'pet' actually cares?" SHe turned her head, trying to look at him with fake sympoathetic eyes.

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Tristen smiled again and replied with a "yes, dah wittle doggie wan dah wittle biwdy to get tested." he looked back down to her, hoping that she would get hurt with the newest shot.

[S⊕ul]

Tiro rolled her eyes. "And, I'm tired of this game," she said. "Make up a new one." She waited, seeing what he was going to come up with. No doubt it will be vile... she thought.

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"oh, bird. this isn't a game, its science." he said, trying not to sound as dumb as he possibly could.

[S⊕ul]

Tiro rolled her eyes at him. "This isn't a game, it's science," she mocked. "I don't care!" SHe let out a breath of air, and shook her head.

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Triten smiled then looked down to her. a perfect time for spit. he spat on the back of her head, getting her hair wet.

[S⊕ul]

"What the hck is wrong wit you?!" she yelled. "I thought we were over the whole spitting thing! Stop living in the past." She leaned back, and wiped as much of the spit off as she could on his shirt. "Ew, dog slobber."