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Post by observer on Feb 7, 2013 2:22:45 GMT -4
"Oh no, this is just my morning snack." Fatso giggled, rubbing her belly.
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"Mommy wanted to talk to you after we was done at the park. Daddy can I have my pad and crayons?" Angel asked Bo sweetly.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 7, 2013 2:26:55 GMT -4
He handed her the ice cream, smiling as she took it. "That might be my masterpiece." he laughed.
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Bo set her down and handed her pad and crayons.
"Is this about...your expected arrival? We best chat over here." he said. "She's alright to draw here by herself, I assume." He said.
Bo nodded. "She's well behaved."
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Post by observer on Feb 7, 2013 2:39:58 GMT -4
"That it might. Almost shame to eat it...Almost." Fatso giggled, paying the clown and heading back to her seat.
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"I'm sure she'll want to show you her drawing of two new clowns she drew." Bouncy said as she & Bo Followed Chuckles.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 7, 2013 2:45:00 GMT -4
"Splurge much, my friend." Tootles said as she saw the giant sundae in her friends hands.
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As they disappeared, the door opened, and a human, a young man around 24, walked in. He looked around confused. "Where is that blasted...oh...hello." he said as he saw the child.
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Post by observer on Feb 7, 2013 2:50:18 GMT -4
"Well if you think your sundae is too small I guess you could have some of mine." Fatso teased, sitting down next to her friend.
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Angel looked up at him with a smile. "Hi mister...Did you need Unkle Chuckle's for something?" She asked sweetly as she drew the outline of a person with her black crayon.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 8, 2013 1:39:45 GMT -4
"I think I'll be fine. My body may be thick, but my appetite isn't as strong." She said as she peered over to the children.
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"Uh, yeah, I was looking for some guy called Chuckles, he tricked me...what you coloring there?" he asked.
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Post by observer on Feb 8, 2013 12:58:26 GMT -4
"Suit yourself." Fatso shrugged, digging into her ice cream. The girls were sharing their ice creams with Sissy, but would occasionally take turns tapping him on the shoulder. The two would giggle every time he turned around to find no one there.
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"Not sure yet." Angel said, looking thoughtfully at her pad. "Hey, want me to draw you? Mommy & Daddy are busy with Unkle Chuckles, so it be a while before he can see ya." Te little clown smiled.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 8, 2013 13:05:27 GMT -4
"Poor Sissy." Tootles chuckled. "Always picked on and he doesn't even know why."
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"Um...sure, I guess. If I have to wait, might as well." He said as he looked around and leaned against the counter.
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Post by observer on Feb 8, 2013 13:12:17 GMT -4
"Yeah, but given who he was before it's just karma balancing things out." Fatso giggled, some of her ice cream smeared around her lips. "Of course if those two take it too far we'll have to teach them a lesson."
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Grabbing a crayon Angel held up her thumb at the guy, trying to get a feel for what he should look like. Once she had it she started drawing him, although she used an orange crayon to color him with a big Afro.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 8, 2013 13:20:26 GMT -4
"What should we do after this, my dear?" Tootles asked with an ice cream. "Should we find them some new parents?"
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"This place is so weird, everyone dressed as clowns. I don't get it." he said aloud, not really talking to Angel, but, he guessed he could chat with the child. He felt a bit odd, but chalked it up to the strange day he was having.
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Post by observer on Feb 8, 2013 13:43:34 GMT -4
"I think that would be good." Fatso said, letting out a small burp. "Sissy and Sweetheart could both use a mommy and daddy. But I think I'm all the family Loopsy needs right now." She smiled.
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"It's fun being a clown." Angel giggled, grabbing a peach crayon and drawing in the guys skin. "Every day is about having fun and making others happy." She smiled, looking up to see his skin changing to the peach color of his drawn image.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 10, 2013 1:27:56 GMT -4
"Well, of course." She said as she took more bites of her treat. A young woman walked in from behind her, and seemed to catch Fatso's eye.
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"That's neat, I guess." he said shrugging. His hair poofed out into the afro drawn on the image, neon orange in color.
"I just need to get home though."
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Post by observer on Feb 12, 2013 1:17:41 GMT -4
Fatso quickly cleaned off her face and got up. "Hi there, looking for something sweet?" Fatso asked, walking over to the young woman.
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"Home? Are you lost?" Angel asked, erasing parts and redrawing the guy at half his size.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 12, 2013 1:27:33 GMT -4
"Just directions, but thank you." she said as she did a double take once seeing your looks.
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The man felt an odd compression like someone were squeezing him, but he didn't quite know what it was, so he ignored it.
"Well, yes. I came in one door, and was shoved out another into this part of the store, and he told me to explore. It's weird out there."
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Post by observer on Feb 12, 2013 1:36:39 GMT -4
"Oh, and just where are you heading?" Fatso asked, pulling out a folded up map of Clowntopia.
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"Not weird, silly." Angel giggled, drawing a green star over one of the guy's eyes. She then drew the guy with strong legs and buff arms.
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