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@ask-darrel-curtis-jr
Hello. My brother Sodapop made this blog for me so that people could ask me questions.
My name is Darry, I spend most of my time working so if I don’t answer your questions I was probably busy when I got them.
I have two brothers, their names are Sodapop and Ponyboy.
Meet your daughter
I don't have a daughter. I'm a twenty year old single man with custody of his two younger brothers and NO RELATION or interest in having any relation to Paul Holden.
darry
you’re never gonna believe this
I hate this so much.
Whatever made this was a mistake of a creation.
you're not doing roleplays?
mod:
im taking a break from rps at the moment bc im like hella busy and super frazzled
i will answer normal asks tho :thumbs up:
sorry chat
Fuck all of this. Fuck you and fuck whatever you used to make this.
Welp
Kill me.
*Soda comes home late, way past curfew.*
Oh hey Darry.
( @asksodapop-curtis)
*he was sitting in a chair by the door like a dissappointed mother*
you better have a damn good explanation for why you aint even called
It ain't that late?
its nearly 2 in the goddamn morning, you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me it aint late?
Oh yikes, uh no that's late.
so.
what happened.
Lost track of time?
two hours ago, Soda. your curfew was two hours ago. what the hell were you up to that you couldnt even give a phone call.
I know, I know.
not answerin my question.
what were you up to.
*His clothes look more than a little dirty, and he smells a lot like horses.*
I'm sorry I'm late.
Sodapop Patrick Curtis im gonna ask one more time. what the hell did you get up to?
I was at the rodeo.
the ro- the goddamn rodeo? to two in the morning?
so what the hell happened?
*He keeps his weight off his left foot.* Nothin', just walked home.
you're not tellin me somethin. what arent ya tellin me?
Kinda hurt my foot.
Or leg.
what you do to it
are you okay?
Dunno what happened, but it hurts.
we're gonna put some ice on it
Yeah. Okay.
you dont know what happened to it?
Uh.. *He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, tapping his fingers against his right knee.*
Soda youre an awful liar
what happened?
I fell.
Are you angry or just worried?
im worried Soda, im worried as hell whenever either of you miss curfew
Sorry, Darry. Didn't mean it, was gonna call, but couldn't find a phone.
i know
how'd you fall?
*Soda comes home late, way past curfew.*
Oh hey Darry.
( @asksodapop-curtis)
*he was sitting in a chair by the door like a dissappointed mother*
you better have a damn good explanation for why you aint even called
It ain't that late?
its nearly 2 in the goddamn morning, you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me it aint late?
Oh yikes, uh no that's late.
so.
what happened.
Lost track of time?
two hours ago, Soda. your curfew was two hours ago. what the hell were you up to that you couldnt even give a phone call.
I know, I know.
not answerin my question.
what were you up to.
*His clothes look more than a little dirty, and he smells a lot like horses.*
I'm sorry I'm late.
Sodapop Patrick Curtis im gonna ask one more time. what the hell did you get up to?
I was at the rodeo.
the ro- the goddamn rodeo? to two in the morning?
so what the hell happened?
*He keeps his weight off his left foot.* Nothin', just walked home.
you're not tellin me somethin. what arent ya tellin me?
Kinda hurt my foot.
Or leg.
what you do to it
are you okay?
Dunno what happened, but it hurts.
we're gonna put some ice on it
Yeah. Okay.
you dont know what happened to it?
Uh.. *He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, tapping his fingers against his right knee.*
Soda youre an awful liar
what happened?
I fell.
Are you angry or just worried?
im worried Soda, im worried as hell whenever either of you miss curfew
*Soda comes home late, way past curfew.*
Oh hey Darry.
( @asksodapop-curtis)
*he was sitting in a chair by the door like a dissappointed mother*
you better have a damn good explanation for why you aint even called
It ain't that late?
its nearly 2 in the goddamn morning, you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me it aint late?
Oh yikes, uh no that's late.
so.
what happened.
Lost track of time?
two hours ago, Soda. your curfew was two hours ago. what the hell were you up to that you couldnt even give a phone call.
I know, I know.
not answerin my question.
what were you up to.
*His clothes look more than a little dirty, and he smells a lot like horses.*
I'm sorry I'm late.
Sodapop Patrick Curtis im gonna ask one more time. what the hell did you get up to?
I was at the rodeo.
the ro- the goddamn rodeo? to two in the morning?
so what the hell happened?
*He keeps his weight off his left foot.* Nothin', just walked home.
you're not tellin me somethin. what arent ya tellin me?
Kinda hurt my foot.
Or leg.
what you do to it
are you okay?
Dunno what happened, but it hurts.
we're gonna put some ice on it
Yeah. Okay.
you dont know what happened to it?
Uh.. *He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, tapping his fingers against his right knee.*
Soda youre an awful liar
what happened?
*Soda comes home late, way past curfew.*
Oh hey Darry.
( @asksodapop-curtis)
*he was sitting in a chair by the door like a dissappointed mother*
you better have a damn good explanation for why you aint even called
It ain't that late?
its nearly 2 in the goddamn morning, you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me it aint late?
Oh yikes, uh no that's late.
so.
what happened.
Lost track of time?
two hours ago, Soda. your curfew was two hours ago. what the hell were you up to that you couldnt even give a phone call.
I know, I know.
not answerin my question.
what were you up to.
*His clothes look more than a little dirty, and he smells a lot like horses.*
I'm sorry I'm late.
Sodapop Patrick Curtis im gonna ask one more time. what the hell did you get up to?
I was at the rodeo.
the ro- the goddamn rodeo? to two in the morning?
so what the hell happened?
*He keeps his weight off his left foot.* Nothin', just walked home.
you're not tellin me somethin. what arent ya tellin me?
Kinda hurt my foot.
Or leg.
what you do to it
are you okay?
Dunno what happened, but it hurts.
we're gonna put some ice on it
Yeah. Okay.
you dont know what happened to it?
*Soda comes home late, way past curfew.*
Oh hey Darry.
( @asksodapop-curtis)
*he was sitting in a chair by the door like a dissappointed mother*
you better have a damn good explanation for why you aint even called
It ain't that late?
its nearly 2 in the goddamn morning, you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me it aint late?
Oh yikes, uh no that's late.
so.
what happened.
Lost track of time?
two hours ago, Soda. your curfew was two hours ago. what the hell were you up to that you couldnt even give a phone call.
I know, I know.
not answerin my question.
what were you up to.
*His clothes look more than a little dirty, and he smells a lot like horses.*
I'm sorry I'm late.
Sodapop Patrick Curtis im gonna ask one more time. what the hell did you get up to?
I was at the rodeo.
the ro- the goddamn rodeo? to two in the morning?
so what the hell happened?
*He keeps his weight off his left foot.* Nothin', just walked home.
you're not tellin me somethin. what arent ya tellin me?
Kinda hurt my foot.
Or leg.
what you do to it
are you okay?
Dunno what happened, but it hurts.
we're gonna put some ice on it
*Soda comes home late, way past curfew.*
Oh hey Darry.
( @asksodapop-curtis)
*he was sitting in a chair by the door like a dissappointed mother*
you better have a damn good explanation for why you aint even called
It ain't that late?
its nearly 2 in the goddamn morning, you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me it aint late?
Oh yikes, uh no that's late.
so.
what happened.
Lost track of time?
two hours ago, Soda. your curfew was two hours ago. what the hell were you up to that you couldnt even give a phone call.
I know, I know.
not answerin my question.
what were you up to.
*His clothes look more than a little dirty, and he smells a lot like horses.*
I'm sorry I'm late.
Sodapop Patrick Curtis im gonna ask one more time. what the hell did you get up to?
I was at the rodeo.
the ro- the goddamn rodeo? to two in the morning?
so what the hell happened?
*He keeps his weight off his left foot.* Nothin', just walked home.
you're not tellin me somethin. what arent ya tellin me?
Kinda hurt my foot.
Or leg.
what you do to it
are you okay?
*Soda comes home late, way past curfew.*
Oh hey Darry.
( @asksodapop-curtis)
*he was sitting in a chair by the door like a dissappointed mother*
you better have a damn good explanation for why you aint even called
It ain't that late?
its nearly 2 in the goddamn morning, you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me it aint late?
Oh yikes, uh no that's late.
so.
what happened.
Lost track of time?
two hours ago, Soda. your curfew was two hours ago. what the hell were you up to that you couldnt even give a phone call.
I know, I know.
not answerin my question.
what were you up to.
*His clothes look more than a little dirty, and he smells a lot like horses.*
I'm sorry I'm late.
Sodapop Patrick Curtis im gonna ask one more time. what the hell did you get up to?
I was at the rodeo.
the ro- the goddamn rodeo? to two in the morning?
so what the hell happened?
*He keeps his weight off his left foot.* Nothin', just walked home.
you're not tellin me somethin. what arent ya tellin me?
*Soda comes home late, way past curfew.*
Oh hey Darry.
( @asksodapop-curtis)
*he was sitting in a chair by the door like a dissappointed mother*
you better have a damn good explanation for why you aint even called
It ain't that late?
its nearly 2 in the goddamn morning, you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me it aint late?
Oh yikes, uh no that's late.
so.
what happened.
Lost track of time?
two hours ago, Soda. your curfew was two hours ago. what the hell were you up to that you couldnt even give a phone call.
I know, I know.
not answerin my question.
what were you up to.
*His clothes look more than a little dirty, and he smells a lot like horses.*
I'm sorry I'm late.
Sodapop Patrick Curtis im gonna ask one more time. what the hell did you get up to?
I was at the rodeo.
the ro- the goddamn rodeo? to two in the morning?
so what the hell happened?
*Soda comes home late, way past curfew.*
Oh hey Darry.
( @asksodapop-curtis)
*he was sitting in a chair by the door like a dissappointed mother*
you better have a damn good explanation for why you aint even called
It ain't that late?
its nearly 2 in the goddamn morning, you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me it aint late?
Oh yikes, uh no that's late.
so.
what happened.
Lost track of time?
two hours ago, Soda. your curfew was two hours ago. what the hell were you up to that you couldnt even give a phone call.
I know, I know.
not answerin my question.
what were you up to.
*His clothes look more than a little dirty, and he smells a lot like horses.*
I'm sorry I'm late.
Sodapop Patrick Curtis im gonna ask one more time. what the hell did you get up to?
I was at the rodeo.
the ro- the goddamn rodeo? to two in the morning?
*Soda comes home late, way past curfew.*
Oh hey Darry.
( @asksodapop-curtis)
*he was sitting in a chair by the door like a dissappointed mother*
you better have a damn good explanation for why you aint even called
It ain't that late?
its nearly 2 in the goddamn morning, you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me it aint late?
Oh yikes, uh no that's late.
so.
what happened.
Lost track of time?
two hours ago, Soda. your curfew was two hours ago. what the hell were you up to that you couldnt even give a phone call.
I know, I know.
not answerin my question.
what were you up to.
*His clothes look more than a little dirty, and he smells a lot like horses.*
I'm sorry I'm late.
Sodapop Patrick Curtis im gonna ask one more time. what the hell did you get up to?
*Soda comes home late, way past curfew.*
Oh hey Darry.
( @asksodapop-curtis)
*he was sitting in a chair by the door like a dissappointed mother*
you better have a damn good explanation for why you aint even called
It ain't that late?
its nearly 2 in the goddamn morning, you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me it aint late?
Oh yikes, uh no that's late.
so.
what happened.
Lost track of time?
two hours ago, Soda. your curfew was two hours ago. what the hell were you up to that you couldnt even give a phone call.
I know, I know.
not answerin my question.
what were you up to.
