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Post by twitchie on Mar 27, 2012 22:17:15 GMT -4
Ka'mond had settled at one of the empty tables. He was pushing tubers around on his tray, glancing at the people passing by. Nothing really caught his interest, nobody said anything, nothing really was happening.. The tanned boy set his fork down, and ran a hand through his hair. It seemed everyone had somebody, be it a truelove or friend. That may sound bias, and maybe it was. But Ka'mond could use someone to talk to. Still bored, he twirled the khal in his mug, taking a sip. He wasn't hungry. His plate was mostly finished off, stray tubers a piece of fat. The nothingness was killing him! Abruptly, the lanky boy stood up, nearly sending his tray and cup flying. Something needed to happen... anything really.. He leaned against the bench, and looked around again...
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