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Connell has a minion!

Caleigh the Black Huskers

Connell
Legacy Name: Connell

The

Graveyard Celinox
Owner: Amane

Age: 16 years, 8 months, 2 weeks

Born: June 28th, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: January 27th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 482
Strength: 1,024
Defense: 1,021
Speed: 1,022
Health: 1,023
HP: 1,022/1,023
Intelligence: 501
Books Read: 445
Food Eaten: 38
Job: Very Important Person

I brew it strong. Real strong.

It was disgustingly early in the morning and I'd given up on falling back asleep. So there I sat in the station, feet up on my desk like a jackass, staring at the ceiling. Glad as I was that crime rates were down, it made my job painfully boring.

I sat there twiddling my thumbs for a while, when I saw Amaden walk through the door. He was alone this time. He grabbed himself a cup and poured some of the bitter drink into it. He smelled it like he was checking it for something.

"I didn't lace it with arsenic or anything, damn."

Amaden shook his head. "I was just trying to figure out how strong it is."

I rolled my eyes, took a swig out of my own mug, and took my feet off the desk. "So," I started. "What brought you here this time?"

Amaden sighed heavily. "I figured I would just... drop by. What, is that illegal now?" he took another cautionary whiff of his drink, then slowly sipped it.

I narrowed my eyes. "What if I said it was?"

He looked at me in that Why do you always have to be like this kind of way.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I figured you'd learned to lighten up a bit by now, geez."

"Whatever you say." He directed his attention to the floor, continuing to sip his drink.

Neither of us had any idea how to communicate with each other. We never did, really. I blame myself for that (although I haven't said that to him just yet...)

"Get any interesting calls lately?" he asked suddenly, glancing over at me.

"Only a couple in the past few weeks. One was a prank call..." I paused and chuckled, "The other was this woman, completely drunk off her ass, asking if she could 'gun my cock'."

Amaden nearly choked on his coffee. "Haha, oh no... what did you tell her?"

I set my mug down. "I told her she could if she could reach through the phone. She tried, too; I could hear her cries of frustration as she rubbed her hands all over the damn receiver. I let her go at it for a little bit and then hung up."

We sat there staring at each other for a moment, then burst into these ridiculous fits of laughter and unattractive coughing noises.

This is hands down the most bonding we've ever done. II'll make sure we keep it up this time.