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[dark_thespian]

[What happens when you combine three bored boys, a golf set, and a courtyard full of portals?]

Do we even know where these are going?

I think the real question is, do we care? [Thwack, Lavi swings a golfclub around.]

[Allen with his over-sized brown wings frowns at that. Shifting his wings so he can balance better.]   ...If people are getting hurt I

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[justacatphase]

[Behind the lot of them.]

I didn't know we had a shooting range here.

[dark_thespian]

[ACK! Flutter of wings and Allen is heading for the ground. Curse you over-sized brown wings.]

[justacatphase]

[Just chuckling and flicking his tail.]

Don't get your feathers in a ruffle, boy. I'm not interested in fowl.

[dark_thespian]

You shouldn't sneak up on people like that! I don't normally have wings.

[justacatphase]

Sneaking is what I do, lad~ [Chuckling.] Really? Pity that.

[dark_thespian]

I'm not surprised. [He has to carefully get back to his feet.] Why? I can't fly with these. [They're huge and unwieldy.]

[justacatphase]

And so you were, wings. [Oh, look! A nickname! :D]

They're still there. Or would you rather I help you take them off?

[dark_thespian]

It's Allen.

...I'm fine with enduring till they disappear.

[justacatphase]

Right~ [In one ear and out the other~]

Ah, but will they ever disappear in this place, wings?

[dark_thespian]

... [Not a point he wants to hear. Ever.]

Maybe.

[justacatphase]

Could always try touching something rainbow colored, you know.

[dark_thespian]

That might make this worse.

[justacatphase]

And it could make things better, wings~

[juniorarchiver]

I thought golf was. Uh. [Are those cat ears?]

... Usually less dangerous than shooting ranges.

[justacatphase]

[Yes, and there's a tail. No touching.]

They're called the same thing, aren't they? [A pause.] Driving range, shooting range, same thing. [Waving it off with a cloud of cinnamon smoke.]

[juniorarchiver]

[Right] If you say so.