Pallet Town/Ashes House/Knock louder

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It is a Mr. Mime, the one Ash gave her awhile back. You notice he is wet, his curly hair matted down and soaked. Around him is a bath towel running along his waist. You also catch what seems to be a bulge in the towel where his loins is. "Mime?"  
It is a Mr. Mime, the one Ash gave her awhile back. You notice he is wet, his curly hair matted down and soaked. Around him is a bath towel running along his waist. You also catch what seems to be a bulge in the towel where his loins is. "Mime?"  
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You have to force yourself not to eye the clowns package, transfixed at a the size. "Um, yes." You rub your head, twirling the strands of your oh so lovely bowl cut. "Is-- is Ashes fine ass mom home?" The clown raises a twisted finger to mouth in question. He doesn't recognize you is showing sign of suspicion as to why you would come here.  
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You have to force yourself not to eye the clowns package, transfixed at the size. "Um, yes." You rub your head, twirling the strands of your oh so lovely bowl cut. "Is-- is Ashes fine ass mom home?" The clown raises a twisted finger to mouth in question. He doesn't recognize you is showing sign of suspicion as to why you would come here.  
What story would you give the clown?  
What story would you give the clown?  

Current revision as of 14:51, 20 March 2014

You decide not to be so meek. So instead you pound that door hard, hammering it with perhaps more strength than necessary. AS you continue your onslaught the door finally opens. At your dismay it is not Ashes fine ass mom. Instead before you stands a colorful clown, a frown creasing his face. "Mime," He says in a very dry tone.

It is a Mr. Mime, the one Ash gave her awhile back. You notice he is wet, his curly hair matted down and soaked. Around him is a bath towel running along his waist. You also catch what seems to be a bulge in the towel where his loins is. "Mime?"

You have to force yourself not to eye the clowns package, transfixed at the size. "Um, yes." You rub your head, twirling the strands of your oh so lovely bowl cut. "Is-- is Ashes fine ass mom home?" The clown raises a twisted finger to mouth in question. He doesn't recognize you is showing sign of suspicion as to why you would come here.

What story would you give the clown?

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