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Uniqua obeys and jumps. She closes her eyes, wondering why she had to jump so suddenly.
Oh, uhh hehe yeah.... Let's say spa's can demonstrate the same feelings. 0//0
Uniqua gallops full speed, but stops and looks up at Rashall. "Wait! What about Raven? Or Stella?" She calls.
"Well, uh, I just.." Uniqua sighs. "Just let me show you." She lets out a light, airy whistle. Suddenly, a peacock peeks out from behind a bush....
Uniqua kicks into motion. She could do anything, but zombies, zombies were her weakness. The thought of the undead scared her like nothing else....
"Oh, I have to do something real quick. I'll meet you inside." Uniqua says, stopping.
Uniqua takes a moment to recover, and blushes lightly. Straightening up, she turns to Rashall and looks him over before asking "Are you alright?"
Uniqua walks slowly up the path. She takes a moment to stop at her mailbox, taking out a few ads. "Why am I getting more and more of these?" she...
Uniqua shudders as another wave of relief courses through her. As she saw Rashall nearly collapse, she goes to ask if he's alright, but lets loose...
^^ Thank you, but I don't think I'm all that well.
Uniqua doesn't hear the voice as she lets out a flustered moan and nods.
Oh, yeah. Forgot. I play the flute, so I don't really know how I did.
"No, I don't mind, but let's get to my house first." Uniqua says, coming upon the alleyway that led to her house.
Uniqua gasps at the relief. She knows she can stand up now, but wants the relief to continue through her body. She tries to thank him, but it...
"Does it really look like I can?" Uniqua yells at the voice.
Yeah. I like country, classical and certain pop songs.
"Oh, that was only what I brought with me today. I could give away money for the rest of my life and still live in luxury, since my parents won't...
Uniqua braces her teeth and tries to straighten up, but only lets out a pained "Nope."
Yeah, I understand.
Uniqua walks down the less busy streets, looking into the windows of a few stores on the way.
