(Oh I totally didn't notice that.

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(But how does that work?XD Most guys find it harder to talk to girls...Damien is a odd guy to say the least)
(lol)
(Maybe...Girls often seem to be suckers for the bad boys with a glimmer of kindness)
The girl was a little flustered that he kept staring at her, especially since she wasn't sure what the problem was, well what he was trying to figure out at least. "U-Um..." Clairna stuttered trying to think of something to say, or what to do at all.
(The poor girl...I really don't like writing her more like this, but at least it'll end soon)
(Yeah? So does that mean she's being more honest? Or is she just being more open about everything?)
Giggling slightly she commented, "I suppose that's a fair point."
(Damien you're such a sweet talker...No wonder Shadow is popular, he must've learnt things from his brother.X3 Damien just scares people with his mpd and everything. Otherwise he'd be the same as Shadow...)
(wb for Clairna I think...-.- I'm just not feeling it today, or recently at all.

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Now looking down at the ground she said, "No, it's alright, if you really don't want to say, don't. It'll make me feel bad for I have plenty of things I'm keeping from you...Plenty of things..." she trailed off and stayed silent for about a minute before coming more awake or aware and realising she had spaced out there for a bit, she hoped Damien didn't mind.
Quickly she finished what she was trying to say, "So I'll feel guilty if you go and tell me things you don't want to talk about."
Clairna really was relieved that Savannah was available, if she wasn't here, they really would've been stuck.
The relief showed on her face, the girl had been very much worried she'd have to go out there by herself, and among all that gore she had an almost definite chance of switching if she didn't have someone to distract her.
Relieved almost to the point of tears.
What is with me? I don't know what I'm doing, why am I being like this?(yep)
(....All I can say is that everyone has their strange quirks.X3 Although considering all the weirdness in the world, it's really not that strange)
(

FOR NARNIA INDEED!)
Well currently Shadow didn't know what to think. The figure had gone blue, then purple, then red, then pink and yellow, and he had no f****** clue as to what that thing was even meant to be.
The changing colours made him feel like throwing up.
Actually there was something in his throat that made him feel like throwing up in the first place, but he could feel his body was relying on whatever it was, so he wasn't sure if he should try and get rid of it or not.
As the thing opened what seemed to be a mouth it spoke something he couldn't understand at first, but then he could understand it perfectly fine. Shadow was relieved his hearing had now cleared up, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to hear what was going on in the background...
Shadow couldn't try and ignore the background noise either, it was taking every bit of strength he had to stay conscious, and being able to focus on anything at all; if he started trying complex things like drowning out the noise of certain things, he'd go unconscious again.
So for now he'd have to listen to the stuff Damien, Clairna and everyone was saying when it travelled over enough for him to hear it.
The boy winced as he heard what he assumed was Fay's yelling, it was much too loud, and every time he heard it made the room spin from his ears not being able to tolerate that much noise.
Getting back to the thing talking he listened to what it had to say.
He only heard the last sentence, not the first two, so the question was confusing.
Shadow attempted to remember if he ever had a food fight. Just as he was about to give up he remembered that he had indeed had a lot of food fights, and suddenly those memories all tumbled around, making him even more confused.
"Which food fight?" he managed to say, hoping to get more information.
The voice was a girl's one, so he tried to find food fight memories that featured girls.
There was still a lot, but a few certain food fights stood out.
The ones he'd had when the old Dream Thieves were still around.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he said in a broken, despondent voice, "Anita..."
(Aw...I wanted to do 3...*pretends to cry but really it doesn't matter*)
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(@ Everyone: I have hardly slept (hardly as in two hours of a restless nap once) for the past four days. So forgive me if this isn't very good, I think it's all right though)