Summers is a City

The life and times of a young adult who's struggling with his job. (OC Ask blog. Interactions are very welcome! I'd describe this blog as PG/PG-13 since there will be swearing, some blood, and occasionally sexual references, but never outright nsfw things, I promise. )

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Which ones do you like the sound of the best?

(Wait, let's try this again, I can give you more info now.)

(Here’s a link to short blurbs about all these stories, I got them written up!!)

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(Have some doodles of Larice and his arm that Waka drew!)

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You are in a tub of what appears to be melted ice. Hope you still have all your toes.

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Sprita: You are so talented, these are great! I can’t believe you really made them, that must take so much work and talent!

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Little Star @ Larice: I know you were probably like...just dead, probably, but I hope this helps. [Presents a rubber duck. Mortals like these things right?]

Larice: A duck...

Larice: ....

Larice: Ahem, yes, thank you.

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(Larice is open for questions and interactions, THOUGH I MEAN. HE’S STUCK IN A TUB. SO.)

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Bee: oh wow Spooks!!! I love your collection of bows!! I have one of my own, but it isn't as big as yours!! :3

Sprita: I have a few really big ones! They’re very cute!

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Sprita: Will you be okay here?

Mirza: ...yeah. Yeah, I think so. ‘m gunna make some rice later in case he wakes up and can manage to eat anythin’.

Sprita: I could always sleep over, you know.

Mirza: ...nah. I know you don’t like how hot my place gets. Besides, Zarbol’s next door if something goes bad. 

Sprita: Well, you know you can call me if you need me!

Mirza: Yeah... Yeah, I know. 

Mirza: ...

Mirza: ...thanks, Sprita.

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Happy birthday to you, Mirza!

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Sprita: You could be! I know you’d be my hero if you helped me get this guys pants off.

Mirza: ....Really?

Sprita: If I try to strip him down on my own, I’ll start giggling!

Mirza: Are- are you twelve???

Sprita: No! Noooo!! It’s just embarrassing!

Mirza: ...

Mirza: ...gods, fine. I’ll help you get him out of his clothes.

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Throw him into a tub of ice

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So Flynn, where'd you and your friend go to eat?

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(He’s currently passed out, but, soon!! Soon. Meet Larice, he picked a bad place to pass out, silly goose.)

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(Rare Crows without any coffee mugs. Also, an Irwin.)

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Mirza: He’s still breathing, but he feels overheated...

Mirza: Sprita!

Sprita: Are you done petting the corpse?

Mirza: Just- Get over here! He’s not dead! 

Sprita: Ok, well, what are we going to do about him, then? And what’s up with his arm?

Mirza: Dunno about his arm, but we need to get him out of the sun. My apartment’s not too far from here. Will you help me carry him over?

Sprita: I didn’t know that mobsters saved pale men from dying like this.

Mirza: Come on, lend me a hand, will you?

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Little Star: what if that person didn't pass out what if they're dead??

Mirza: If he was dead in this heat? He wouldn’t be lookin’ so pretty right now.