@Imperfect_Autumn group
(Aw, sad. I'm sorry.)
(Aw, sad. I'm sorry.)
//;-;
it’s okay
(So… Sly disappeared…)
(No I didn't)
(Oh, yay!
Are you good w/skipping?)
(YEp!)
(Sweet! I've gotta get kids to bed, but I'll be back as ASAP as possible.)
//I gtg rn ;-; but I’ll be back tm, hopefully earlier than usual
(Ah, darn. Okay.
'See' you later!)
(HI)
(And I missed you again…
Well, I'll post something, anyway.)
(A casual late stalker appears)
(howdy, partner, stalker!
As promised, here is your cream of eyes frosty!)
🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦 |
(Haha hooray!)
(Lol. ;D)
(Hi!)
(Yayyyyy! Sly!)
(Yyyyaaaaayyyy! Em!)
(XD Lol.
Idk if you wanna somehow pop Gerard in here or what, but feel free to do whatever.)
(Crap.
I thought I posted my response, but I didn't actually post it…)
The Next Day (around noon) |
Rose tapped her fingers against the table, staring at the papers and maps that were spread out across it, seemingly in no particular order. She was supposed to be mapping possible routes to the kingdom of Vaerith, but it was not going very well because there were practically no safe routes they could take. At least, other than the cobble-stone-clippity-clop that already went from one kingdom to the other.
(…Boredboredbored…)
(Don't mind me, just…in the doldrums…)
(Gosh, that sounded more annoying than I meant it to.)
//lol
(;D
Anyway…
Do you want to toss the prince in somewhere?)
//sure
(:P)
(HI)
(Hey-hey! Lol.)
Gerard strode into the human containment unit, a look of concentration and slight urgency on his face.
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