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"Kazerad backed up against the wall until he felt himself sliding down to a sitting position. The cat-girl's slimy pink tongue slowly danced across her lips as she approached, the fire in her eyes revealing her intentions.
>"No. No, this can't be. You're not real! I made you up!"
He made a mad grab for his drawing tablet as proof, but Katia telekinetically pushed it away "tsk"ing all the while.
>"Oh, Kaz. I'm more real than you could ever imagine. Now how about you and I cook up some fun, if you know what I mean?"
She smiled devilishly as she winked one of her abnormally large cat eyes. Kazerad glanced at the ever-increasing pile of Lego in the next room over, then back at the Khajiit, who at this point was mere inches away. He could already feel her fur triggering his allergies. The subtle aroma of catnip and hairballs helped him reach a conclusion: The dying children could wait.
>"Eh, sure, why not? But you're keeping that amulet on."
Then, everything turned to gold."
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"Kazerad backed up against the wall until he felt himself sliding down to a sitting position. The cat-girl's slimy pink tongue slowly danced across her lips as she approached, the fire in her eyes revealing her intentions.
>"No. No, this can't be. You're not real! I made you up!"
He made a mad grab for his drawing tablet as proof, but Katia telekinetically pushed it away "tsk"ing all the while.
>"Oh, Kaz. I'm more real than you could ever imagine. Now how about you and I cook up some fun, if you know what I mean?"
She smiled devilishly as she winked one of her abnormally large cat eyes. Kazerad glanced at the ever-increasing pile of Lego in the next room over, then back at the Khajiit, who at this point was mere inches away. He could already feel her fur triggering his allergies. The subtle aroma of catnip and hairballs helped him reach a conclusion: The dying children could wait.
>"Eh, sure, why not? But you're keeping that amulet on."
Then, everything turned to gold."
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*Roaring Applause*