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| Theemptyhouse | Jun 18 2009, 05:43 PM |
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Conan had only received one every year. Only one valentine made its way into Conan’s basket, but that was all he needed. When you have a sibling willing to risk embarrassment by sending her outcast brother a valentine, who needs anything else? Others would beg to differ, but Conan was surprising simple in tastes. Easily contented, he didn’t often feel the need for much. Which was why his IQ was so easily hidden. He almost never felt the need to use it. Except when he used it for entertainment, and that was fun. He noticed Frannie talking to him. It was time for some fun. “ No, I’m actually here on orders,” he casually stated, shrugging his shoulders, “ But curiosity and the promise of competition seem interesting.” After that he remained silent for a few seconds. Spook, in the meantime, was inching away from Frannie as far as possible. This girl was insane. Why Conan even talking to her? She wasn’t coming too, was she? Spook was panicking. Oh no, she was toast! The world was toast! The duskull’s thoughts were interrupted by a quip from Conan. “What about you? You here for true love?” He smirked as he said it, turning his gaze back at the boat. Spook died inside. Conan was toast. Edited by Theemptyhouse, Jun 18 2009, 07:02 PM.
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