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Just an odd day, isn't it?

((ilu &hearts&hearts&hearts&hearts~))

Um. I guess?

You guess?

*not quite wanting to look at him*

It's been normal so far...

OOC: Had a thread with another muse and remembered that I had him from another RPG.

Well, normality can often hold the greatest surprises.

((ooc: hooray flagg &hearts))

Yeah. Uh. *step back* It's not over yet.

Far from it, kid.

*uh* ... what's that mean?

The oddities. They'll keep rollin' in.

Maybe ... nothing seems weird anymore.

Perhaps.

Same shit, different day.

Yup.

There've been a lot of those lately.

*A feeling of unease slips over her. Something, in the deepest pits of her soul is telling her to be afraid.*

Seems there may be more to come.

{She takes a small step back from him, not sure why she's suddenly so afraid of him. There's just...something wrong.}

Who are you?

*He smiles. On the surface, it seems kind, but below, one can almost sense an air of satisfaction, as if a dominant predator is stalking its prey.*

The name's Flagg, dear. But call me what you want. Like Romeo said to Juliet, 'what's in a name?'

Somehow...I don't think you're Romeo.

Oh my. I do believe that stung a bit.

{Whispers} Sorry.

Somewhere it is.

*A wave of fear seems to envelope him as the man takes notice of him*

Of course.

*Brody has an interesting response to fear. Kind of like a lamb who goes wandering into lions' dens.*

Mine was actually really dull. How was yours odd?

*Flagg quirks an eyebrow in amusement*

The actions weren't so odd so much as the feeling of the day.

Days have feelings?

*tilts his head, wondering why he feels like Daniel*

It was pretty cool.

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