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You either go to ｈｅａｖｅｎ or you fall to ｈｅｌｌ but if you're unwanted you stay ⓗⓔⓡⓔ

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≼ ★ ≽ Wiggly fingers, she stares for a moment watching them. “Human beings are pretty wicked in general.” She replies simply, giving a nod. “True, true. Smiles kinda make people’s eyes sparkle, it’s odd sometimes.”

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                If wiggly fingers distract her then she's in for a bunch of distracting moments. "Are they?" Chie asks. "That's sad, isn't it?" To her it was, anyway. "I agree! It's nice sometimes too though -- especially if it's someone you like."

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≼ ★ ≽ “It would be a man to say that—… joking, joking. Smiles are pretty though.”

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                Chie held up her hands and wiggled her fingers. "Men are wicked creatures, aren't they?" She asks but she was only teasing. "Smiles are very pretty! They bring out a person's eyes." Mhm.

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≼ ★ ≽ “A smile is only as fake as the person who’s wearing it~”

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                "Once a man told me; a smiling woman is the prettiest woman."

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{≾∯≿} ;;   “No…marshmallows look nasty if we overcook it.” Aidan and his hatred for burnt food. Except if he willingly burns it whilst cooking—that’s a different story. What good is a vampire whom only knows to mar things, not protect or nurture? Aidan sets his sights back onto the shares, picking them up, and placing the leftovers inside the myriads of pockets. “We have to use bird meat—…”

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                "No marshmallows.." Now she's disappointed. Chie had gotten excited for nothing and now she wanted marshmallows even more than before. The small girl in the frog suit would get some damn marshmallows if it was the last thing she did, even if she had to eat them straight out of the package. "Wait -- like chicken?"

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{≾∯≿}  ;;   “Eh?” Aidan’s eyes met with the sight of a trashed flamingo. Again, he wondered what happened to it. He tilt his head to crack it, then faced the frog-dressed girl. “I suppose we should. Can we cremate it? Ashes are good for the growth of new plants.” Not if they come from plastic and ‘made in China’.

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                Instant sparkle. "A bonfire?!" That's all she got out of that. "Can we roast marshmallows over it?" She asks. "You know, to commence sending it over to the next world." Chie balances on the heels of her feet. "It'll be like killing three birds with one stone. Good for the plants, good for ourher stomachs, and for the passing of the pink bird." Mhm, makes total sense.

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{≾∯≿}  ;;   Aidan stood up, staring at the bird wide-eyed. “Oh…so that’s why it can’t talk.” The event of him snapping the poor decoration’s neck was erased from his mind. The vampire then dislodged the tacky object from the ground, squishing it into shard with his foot.

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                "Couldn't talk because it wasn't smart like us." Chie says with a humming tone to her voice. The young weapon balanced on one foot with her arms at her sides while he's finishing off the tacky object. "We should celebrate its early demise."

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{≾∯≿}  ;;   “Awesome! Did you come from Narnia?” Aidan starts squawking at the decoration. Of course, nothing. In a fit of rage, both hands wrapped around the slender neck, snapping it in half—then starts laughing. “Oops, I think I broke it~!”

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                "Yup." Says the girl while watching the other. By this point in time people were staring and whispering but Chie didn't mind it. It wasn't like he was doing anything wrong, well, that was until he broke it.. Oops, was right. "That poor, poor pink bird."

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{≾∯≿}  ;;   “WHOA! It’s a talking frog!” Exclaimed the delusional vampire when he turned around. “So, if I speak their language, they’ll understand me?”

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                "Yes, I'm a magical talking frog that has come to save you from this oh so very rude flamingo!" Chie please don't confuse him anymore than he already is. "Indeed they will or maybe they're deaf." Um, how about -- plastic.

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{≾∯≿}  ;;   “Why’re you not talking back?” Aidan, that’s one of those tacky flamingo garden decorations…

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                Pokes out from behind him. "Maybe you have to talk its language." Says the small girl in the frog suit. Chie then thought for a moment. "Like-- s q u a w k!!"

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I can't remember my vampires blog.

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{≾∯≿}  ;;   There’s a scowl that formed on the surly raven’s face. “You speak like a clergyman,” he commented, fingers rubbing a ripped portion of his ratty scarf. It is evident they held opposing beliefs, the more she meandered. The fingers ceased their seemingly mechanical movements. “You’re a little too optimistic. I swear ‘m not a pessimist…ah, these terms. I only use them because humans are fond of this duality. The ‘good guys’ always have to beat the ‘bad guys’. No underaged smoking. Jaywalking is an offense; I digress. We’re in it for ourselves—besides, people whom say doing nice things for others make themselves happy…is that not selfishness? You made them happy for your sake, too.”

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                           That's all she knew. Perhaps, she would know differently if hell would have taken her in rather than heaven. Perhaps, she would think differently if they hadn't swiped away all of her human identity. ❝The good guys don't always win.❞ Says the smaller girl while rocking back on her heels. ❝People like to think they will but it's not always like that.❞ There had been others before her -- other warriors, and they had all fallen in the line of duty. ❝I do nice things because I want to do nice things. I'm always happy.❞ It was the truth, probably because she wasn't sure how to feel anything else. Unless -- she was purposely provoked.

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