@Desvelarse pets
(Yeah, pretty much. I think claustrophobia may be a side effect of Agoraphobia, but I’m not completely sure)
(Yeah, pretty much. I think claustrophobia may be a side effect of Agoraphobia, but I’m not completely sure)
Dylan backed away, giving Vaughn his space. Turning back to Avery, he shrugged. "Get the address to the docks. I'll load up Oscar."
"All right," Avery agreed with a nod. She grabbed the laptop and searched for the nearest harbor, finding that the closest one was about twenty minutes away. That is, if they were driving it would have been. With Oscar flying, it would only take them about half that time. "Got it. I'm sending the directions to Oscar now."
Dylan hefted two of the bags, maneuvering the doors with his feet and having a heated argument with Oscar before finally getting him to open the trunk. He repeated this, huffing with the effort.
(Lol. Oscar honestly would argue with Dylan. 😹)
"Do you want help with that?" Avery asked Dylan as he lifted the last two bags.
He smiled, handing her one of the bags, "I sure would. What all did you pack? Thy royal majesty's luggage?"
(Tis a spaceballs joke.)
Returning Dylan's smile, Avery explained, "No, but there is a lot of nonperishable food, many bottles of water, extra clothing, emergency supplies, and tents."
Vaughn had slipped away into the office, making sure everything was cleaned out. He turned his phone on, telling Veronica in a soft tone that he was leaving the cabin. Her, being talkative, responded with one to many questions. He simply explained that he had to go away for a while to help Dylan and Avery, in a tone that almost sounded.. sad. He quickly said his goodbyes before hanging up and stuffing the phone into his pocket.
(hums Idk what to do…)
(Bumping.)
(This is going to be a long thread…)
(I'm honestly sort of having fun with making this longer and longer…)
(Bumping.)
(This is going to be a long thread…)
(I'm honestly sort of having fun with making this longer and longer…)
(Bumping.)
(… I let this get to page 2…)
(Oops…)
(… I let this get to page 2…)
(Oops…)
(I did it again… I have failed this RP… 🏹)
(This thing is slowly dying)
(sighs Yeah… After Lenny/Element/Ari's RPer left, we kinda lost purpose, I guess…)
(Yeah, pretty much)
(sighs again Should I just let it die, then? Maybe we should wait for @ShadowMisfit …?)
(I mean, if @ShadowMisfit responds then I guess we could try and pick it back up, but for now I’m probably just going to leave it alone.)
(Yeah, that sounds good.)
(Heya guys! I am so sorry, I had no idea I was gonna be gone over the weekend. Just getting home from school and suddenly "Hey Shadow let's go see your dying great-grandparents, why don't we?" And I was just so confuzzled. I am so sorry.
This was low-key dying from the begginning anyway though, as you two said. If we still wanna continue that's fine. I will be kinda sad, we didn't even make it to Botswana, but it wouldn't be the same without Ari.)
(Tbh, I really didn't want this to die, but yeah, it just isn't the same w/out Ari. I'd still like to continue, though.)
(I’ll continue this if you two want to, it doesn’t matter much to me, ig)
Returning Dylan's smile, Avery explained, "No, but there is a lot of nonperishable food, many bottles of water, extra clothing, emergency supplies, and tents."
Vaughn had slipped away into the office, making sure everything was cleaned out. He turned his phone on, telling Veronica in a soft tone that he was leaving the cabin. Her, being talkative, responded with one to many questions. He simply explained that he had to go away for a while to help Dylan and Avery, in a tone that almost sounded.. sad. He quickly said his goodbyes before hanging up and stuffing the phone into his pocket.
(Last two things posted. Just waiting on a response from @ShadowMisfit )
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