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"Theres always thumb-wars. There are probably cards in here and we could always tell stories. In a probably small, dark space woth the wind threatening to blow us away. Ideal innit." He grinned and bounced off the wall, looking around in things. Drawers, cabinets. |
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Ahhhhhhhhh I gotta go, loafs)) |
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"Oh, extremely." ¤ She nodded, chuckling. She stood and leaned against the wall. ¤ "Thumb War sounds fun. Haven't done that since I was a kid." |
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He tilted his head. "They mustn't have anything fun I guess- ohh pity." He turned. "Thumb-wars you say? You might regret that. I'm amazing at it." |
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"Hey, I was a champ back in the OlDeN DaYs when I was but A WeE LaSs." ¤ She held hand out to him, challengingly. ¤ ((The thumb duel)) |
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"Are you mocking me?" He gaped. "How are you." He flattened out his tone, losing the accent to mimick hers. "To the death!" He picked it back up again. Taking her hand. |
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"To the grave, my good man." ¤ She nodded, feigning a british accent. She tightened her grip on his hand and prepared for the battle of a century. ¤ ((Now the question, WHO WINS? Ima say Him)) |
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He grinned. "One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war." Tapping side to side, immediately pulling this thumb back for the strategic observing. |
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¤ She held her finger stationary, luring him into a strike. ¤ |
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