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have i been found

You have been found.

[shutteristics]

        the lost pup & the war torn soldier & fellow time traveler 

           perhaps max should have asked this person prior to going ahead            and taking their picture without their consent -- after all , doing so            was against the law if she was going to display said moment in            time on a showlight . however, it was moments before she allowed            such a fact to register , and once it hit , she almost immediately            was taken back . should she apologize ... ? in the end, she would            have to ask their permission to keep it anyway , so ... might as well .                          "            Ah , sorry to bother you but ... I was wondering if                                       you minded me taking a picture of you ?                            "

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deceivingcanine

"I don't usually keep the library open after hours but..." Page stared at the other. He was in a good mood, so he suppose he could help the other. "This time it's okay."

[ustrinx]

The dog approached the other, giving a small bow of his head. " Happy birthday, Mikoto-san. " ( this is deceivingcanine; i forgot my login info weeps. )

                     Oh dear, he's near chuckling ( to the best of his capabilities ). How positively trivial such formalities are, though he does not comment upon them and merely snorts. "Thanks. 'M startin' to think I'm the only one who forgot."

[bbbfl]

                                                                                            'want some?'

                              Maro gestured to the  container of pasta that was in his hands, the spoon prodding his mouth as he awaited an answer. It was a medium sized Tupperware container, one that was filled to the brim with delicious and cheesy pasta. 

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deceivingcanine

♞—-;;        Another usual and dull day was passing by. The bartender was at his usual place--- the bar itself. However, he was on the outside, leaning up against the cool brink wall. Not one of the clansmen had come by, except for the King, whom had just went out for a while--- so, having nothing to do but polish a few glasses, he decided to take a long smoke break outside. Inhaling the sweet toxin, his dark optics watched as a few people passed by. However, from a distance, he recognized one of the clansmen. The Dog by the looks of it. He put up a hand, greeting him from afar--- and waited for him to draw closer to him.