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Post by Zhong Xue on Oct 17, 2006 12:03:20 GMT -5
"... I guess you don't need that kind of thing anyway, huh?" Xue smiled, and after a measure of hesitation, tied the cloth around his left arm. He stared at it for a moment, considering, and then with a mischevious grin, gave the tree next to him a hard, left-handed swing.
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Post by Huang Jiaming on Oct 17, 2006 12:40:37 GMT -5
Jiaming glanced at the tree as Xue struck, eyebrow quirked. It did look a little better, but she knew better than to associate it with the stupid cloth.
"Yeah, that's great and all," she said lightly, "but I'm starving. I'm going to go see what passes for food today. You have fun shaving trees."
Waving slightly, she turned on her heel and started back for camp, drumming her fingers on the handle of her whip, somehow in a better mood.
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Post by Zhong Xue on Oct 17, 2006 21:57:32 GMT -5
"I will!" Xue called after her, not even caring that she was being sarcastic. His spirits were lifted a little, since he'd gotten a pretty good hit in on the tree. He knew better than to think it was Jiaming's sash; it was like some sort of placebo effect, it just made him think he was stronger.
Still. He'd hold onto it, for now. Besides, it looked good on him.
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