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Evien: Let me have a closer look.
Silren: All right.
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Ferrahn: *HISS*
Ferrahn: *snarls* Didn't I tell you not to touch him?!
Evien: . . .
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Ferrahn: *slaps Evien's hand away* I told you two to keep your dirty paws off him!
Evien: *hiss*
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Evien: You never objected to our "dirty" paws, if I remember. *hiss*
Ferrahn: *snarls* You don't touch Silren!
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Ferrahn: I don't want the either of you near him! *hiss*
Evien: And why not? *snarls*
Ferrahn: Because he's too good for you! *snarls*
Evien: And you're not? *hiss*
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 Luthien: Dear me. Are we really going to fight over this?
Evien: *hiss* We're not good enough for him, but good enough for you, Ferrahn? *snarls*
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Evien: *snarls*
Ferrahn: *snarls back*
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Luthien: *thinks* He's not listening to me.
Evien: *snarls*
Luthien: *thinks* He can't even hear me. *hiss*
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Luthien: *snarls* If you want a fight, then get up!
Evien: ?
Luthien: *hiss*
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Ferrahn: *snarls*
Luthien: *hiss*
Seph: Guys...
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| Evien: I thought this was _my_ fight.
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