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Phoebe
by Tristan Johnson
N/a: X'S men Evolution belongs at Marvel.
Todd recently had rejoined the X'S men and found that well. Soak, medical services, rooms and Phoebe. It was a transfering called Outlaw that could fly the strength of does not import what. She had won the affection of Todd, but it knew that it not the could have. Todd was an ugly and stinking monster resembling a toad and she a beautiful and blond princess to which it could not compare himself.
"Est-ze gui does not go low, mein freund?" demanda the blue German to the boy to the pale skin and to the brown hair.
"This is the new one, Phoebe, I very much like it. Not you?" said Todd.
"Ach, of temantes to the mauvaize berzonne." does it répondit-il while shaking the head.
It soupira, the regarda again then retourna to his meal.
Later tonight there it goes out to walk a little. Way doing it remarqua Phoebe, that did something of poorly. It was curious, then it alla to verify. She had problems, inspired, and she ran right towards him! It the attrapa and sauta on the roof, the placement under cover. She the regarda.
"That are you?" she demanda-t-elle with in the look a étincelle that plut to Todd.
"Todd Tolanski. A type that cracks for you since a times end." It laissa-t-il stupidly to escape.
"Aww... this that it is darling." And she the embrassa. It had awaited that since the first time where it had seen it, it was in love with her and apparently she very much liked it also. It was perfect and it the ramena to the house.
Fine.
N/a: I tried and in any case I have well liked and I think that I will do more Todd/ Phoebe or more d' X'S men that will depend on reviews.
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