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[Failure]

[glow=red,2,300][[Small post so Mink can 'Reply']]

As the other man clearly missed in blind fury. Pun intended. Newton felt a small ping of regret in him, but it was small, but also... looking at the poor.... dude writhing like that made it manifest into something bigger. Newton let out a huge sigh and turned which way to find the dude's glasses. Ah, there they are! Newton picked them up and started observing them closely. Talk about gawdy, oh well He ended that with a short shrug and applied them on the man. "Here ya' go, huh," He wispered and looked down to see the other.... high man. "MOTHER OF SASQAUSHES!" That of course ended in a very strong defensive slap. "WHAT THE FLYING UNICORNS ARE YOU!?"[/glow]

[.:Mink:.]

[[ Reaaaaally quick post afore I go to skewl, I'll edit it after C: ]]

Meep, being rather light on his feet, and flimsy seeing as how he was kind of like a sheet of paper in the sense that he was tall and thin and therefore easily blown away, was propelled into the brick wall of the side of the alley when slapped upside the head by the gay.

But, of course, he seemed to not have felt it at all. No biggie. Actually, he still wore his crooked [if not somewhat disturbing] smile.

"Meep is a possum!" he grinned stupidly, staying in the tiny crevice where the impact had shoved him into the wall with such force. This announcement was followed briefly by another; "And Possum is a werewolf. Zero colon!"

[[ YES I decided that Meep makes smileys when he talks <333 ]]


[[ ... You know what SCREW THAT this is an awesome post. I'm leaving it! ]]

[+.Henry.+]

Sam stopped sobbing and rubbed under his glasses and at his eyes as they were placed back on. Slowly his hands withdrew from his face, in time for him to see Meep being smacked by Newton. This was sure turning into a smack fest. Of coarse, his face still bore that gigantic red hand mark. Newton seemed to be one good giver of the slaps.

With the reincarnation of his sight, Sam was finally able to see what that red blob was... A guy, obviously, with red hair that was cut into a particularly interesting style... Sam wished he had come up with it! And what more could be better? The guy was hot. Kinda seemed to hang towards the guys in sexuality too, what with all the slapping... The purple-haired teen decided now was a great time for introductions. So as spastic as he was, he stood up, almost fell over, then stood up again and smiled his big wide smile that he had, his glasses hanging crookedly off his face.

"My name's Sam," he said. "What's your names?" He tried hard to ignore Meep's statement, which harshly confirmed his fears, but he couldnt help but stutter on the last word.

[Failure]

Newton's hand was quite indeed, starting to hurt. No nails broken of course.

Must be on some major narcotic were the thoughts Newton had after he witnessed Meep's great feat. Shaking his head in the process.
He turned around on one high heel to face the much taller man next to him. Eh.

"Just call me Newton..." He mumbled. Still entranced by the sudden activity, dang, all he did was steal a couple 400 dollar earrings, that were making their humble abode in his pocket from a fat pawn dealer. Where was that guy anyways? I guess with stealing came bad luck.Omg, I hope I don't end up like that guy from Hot Chick

Newton carried on his sentence...
"Yeah, so like... If we meet again... don't like... um... get angry or anything, because I won't... reconize you..." Dang I need contacts. Who knows what I'm missing.
"And you too... Possum? AND NOW I WILL BE GOING!" Newton screamed quickly after his jumbled sentences, turning around...

[.:Mink:.]

"NO!" Meep screamed in what sounded suspiciously like a little girl's voice. "THIS ONE'S NAME IS MEEP! CAPITAL DEE COLON LESS THAN!"

At that, he took a melodramatic leap off the wall and took a totally new shape in midair...so that by the time he landed, he was no longer an albino boy with freakishly long legs, but instead an albino wolfthing with freakishly long legs. Through all this, the disturbing grin never left his face, and it looked even more so on a muzzle.

"NOW this one is Possum," the creature voiced in a highly perturbing tone. "But Possum still doesn't forgive Apple Boy!"

So the strange thing crouched and began gnawing on Newton's leg. It was debatable whether he was actually doing any damage.