91st Devotion: Civil Disobedience

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NON NON NON NON NON!!!!

[The sound of a sudden high pitched shriek fills the air, followed by the little pitter patting of tiny feet as a three year old Solomon races into the room.]

NO BROCCLY! NO!!!!!!!!!!!

[In a move of desperation, he races to the nearest fortress that can save him from the horrors, darting underneath the desk in his office to quickly hide from sight.]

BAD BROCCLY! DON'T WANT!!!!

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[bufferprincess.livejournal.com]

[wags tail for him, doggy it was]

hun, can you show me the room you're in?

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Ah... oui.

[He moves to the side a little and looks back at the small office behind him. A few plants are placed at the corners of the room and there's a bookshelf and filing cabinet off to the side. Light filters through the the half opened blinds to show a scenic view of the City's skyline.]

See? See?

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[bufferprincess.livejournal.com]

I do, it's a nice place. What's your name? [that wasn't as helpful as she had hoped]

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Solomon~

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[bufferprincess.livejournal.com]

[oh god] Do you have a last name, Solomon? [waves tail a bit more to keep his attention.]

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[He waves his hand out to touch the tail but can't quite reach the monitor.]

GOOD DOGGIE~

[He pats the desktop instead to urge the dog to come out to play.]

Come, come...

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[bufferprincess.livejournal.com]

I can't come. You have to tell me where you are first.

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[Solomon puckers his lips as he's seen adults do, and attempts to whistle to get the dog to come. Unfortunately, such skills are beyond him at this tender age and all he does is blow out air.]

Here. Here... Out of the box.

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[bufferprincess.livejournal.com]

eh... I'll try. be there if I can.