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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 18, 2009 23:40:00 GMT -5
Kyle Summers. The first witch he'd personally met. Alcide could only wonder if he was the first Were that he ever met as well. Whatever though, that did not matter. Alcide really needed to get going, the seconds flew by so fast, and he just wanted to talk more about being a witch. But not here, not now.
"I will be honest, I'm a busy man. How about I get your number so on my free time I can have a chat. Do you think it'd be too much to ask you about some witch stuff later on?" Alcide asked.
All Alcide wanted to know was everything and the moon about witches. What kind of power did they possess? Were they a serious threat to Were-kind? He'd find out, one way or another. Alcide passed yet another business card to Kyle and found a pen in his breast pocket to give him to scribble his number.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 19, 2009 4:07:37 GMT -5
Kyle shook his head as he took the pen and card, quickly jotting down his house number and his mobile number. "Sure, anytime. I don't mind talking about it, actually, I can't really talk about with anyone so it'll be good to have someone else who know about the supernatural world" He said, giving the card back to Alcide. "Anytime"
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 19, 2009 15:57:26 GMT -5
Once he got the card with Kyle's number back, he shoved it in his breastpocket. He muttered a goodbye to him, promising he'd have a reply in a few days. Alcide stepped quickly to the front of the store where he hurriedly paid for Debbie's dress. As each second passed, Debbie only got angrier... and angrier. He'd be speeding down the highway in his truck, as he had no choice. He'd much rather get a speeding ticket than have Debbie's vexation explode all over him.
His strides were like he was on stilts, because of his height and his long legs, he high tailed it out of the mall and to his truck. Alcide shoved the dress in his truck, got in the driver side, and drove off with a squeel of his tires.
Oh boy.
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