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Rock and Ilsa
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Rock
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Oct 10, 2013 09:12PM
" agggggggggghuf i wana sleep", he whinned.
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She left him alone, pretending she'd done nothing.
" naaaaaaaaauuuuuuu", he groaned, covering his ears as sloppy sang along.
She laughed. "Finally, a song she can sing!"
" so she should go on american idol, just make it stop", he wailed.
"Sloppy," she said, and then started singing 'Brand New Day'.
" where's the mute button", he said swinging his arm around.
She laughed, then went silent, giving Sloppy nothing to mimic.
She kept going to the beat for a moment, then stopped.
"It means smart," she said, rubbing Sloppy's wet ears.
She jumped and rolled onto her back as she got distracted by a bug. Dave facepalmed.
" luck always runs out", he said darkly.
"Only if you lean on it. Let's make our own way."
" make our own what", he asked her curiously.
" so we need to get going", Dave asked getting up. (( does this bore you?))
((No, but let's make it more exciting. :D))She stood up, just as the moon started raining to earth.
(( so it is boreing)) Dave looked up as a piece moon landed close to them.
She screamed and pulled it away. "SLOPPY!"
Sloppy body was flat for a moment, and then it shifted up.(( i dun wana kill her DX))
"Oh, Sloppy!" She hugged her friend. "Get in the crater! I don't think it'll fall in the same place twice."
Dave slid to stop as one fell in front of him, and he cursed.
She grabbed his hand. "Where do we go?!"
" i-i dont know", he yelled above the crashing sounds.
She grabbed his hands and hid right in one hole.
"Why did it take so long", he screached
" but it blew up", he said with his hands stretching far out.
He held her tight, crying in fear. " so am i!"
He jumped in fear as more craters formed around them.
She held Sloppy inbetween them. "Oh! Hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, o’er the combers, looks downward to find us,
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow,
Oh weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee,
Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas!"
