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http://pastebin.com/gccDj2efI giggle tiredly as Iris gently sets me down on on the single piece of original furniture in the room, a small, pinkish red couch with actual legs holding them up, birdlike ones that are a little larger than a normal person's foot. I nearly slip off the edge of the couch trying to get a look at our work, as my bat like owner wraps her wings around herself as her ears twitch.
Covering the room, are various creations of our shared magic, which we had some great fun making, but all the works has left me a little...famished actually. I bite down on my tongue as it lashes out of my lips as a grin starts to spread on my lips as Iris walks in front of me, examining our work.
Most of work are rough, sort of orangish things in various shapes, no idea why Iris was so focused and interested in those boring things, but she made me make several walls, stairs and other weird shapes out of the strange, far too smooth material...but then again, it does feel rather nice. I start to sit up as Iris continues walking down the gallery of our combined toil. Her red eyes are empty again, as she pushes up her glasses. I don't like when she gets that look, it makes me feel like I"m a mouse being hunted by m..my families old farm cat, I don't know why but...it does get my blood pumping, and that isn't bad at all.
She suddenly groans heavily and slumps over, her ears rotating around as she turns back to me, with her wings hanging limply at her sides.
I hop off my perch and jog up to her, to make sure she's feeling alright, since all of this magicking made even feel like death...so it can't be to pleasant for her I imagine.
I stop and look up at her, while I rub all four of my hands together and try to figure out what to say as my wings wrap themselves around me as she stares down at me with an almost unnervingly bored look in her eyes.
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