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#raaaaaaaaay cmeeeeeeeeeere #;grabby hands #reidosduendes

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”If I slip on ice one more time, I’m going to scream.”

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{ ❅ } — "..----" Worriedly glances at.

#fdgkjsdfhgkljsfd hiya autumn bbu

"You're pretty cute I guess, for such a whiny man. I mean really, a scarf?"

{ ❅ } — "A-Asffgl;ahfgpoqehfghva;;nI-I'mreallysorry----"

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Give my muse a compliment that would catch them off-guard.

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#{ kindred }

oH GOD I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE WHAT TIME IT WAS KFDLKD off to bed with me!!! thingies are drafted for when I return from work tomorrow!! Good night! xoxoxo

#{ ooc }

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#{ clothes hangers }#{ west }

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And here comes a partially clothed cat running after the scarf. At least she was until it went under the bridge. Bare feet bounced and she stared at the male. “Hey, the fuck you cryin’ for?” It was just a scarf, she was positive he could get a new one.

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{ ❅ } — "Uweh----!!!" Holy crap that scared him--Weston flinched back slightly, no longer ready to shed tears of mourning for an article of clothing; though his eyes remained moist. "Be---! Because! The wind took my favorite scarf away...." Poutpoutpout. "Now I'll never be able to find another one like it again...ever..."

#inacerbus #oh jesus sfkjghlksdfglkjl

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Daily strolls were something of a habit for the modernized creature of past terrorization. He’d come to quite enjoy the scenery alongside the sights and smells, but most of all the feeling of air passing over his flesh. He felt so free— and that was a blessing.

Speaking of which it seemed like the person closest to him was running out of blessings, he couldn’t help but snort and shake his head. “..Tough luck, kid. That sucks.”

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{ ❅ } — Weston gave a pitiful sniffle, just knowing that the scarf was probably sleeping with the fish underneath frozen currents now. Sob. Sad green optics flickered over to the stranger, lips formed into a pout. "...Mngh. But that was my favorite scarf...it was so fluffy and warm..." West what are you, three? Sighing heavily, the werecat slumped and gently knocked his forehead against the bridge railing, mumbling who knows what.

#reidosduendes #;huggus and hands u a freshly made cup of apple cider uvu

{ ❅ } — "A-Ah..----!! My scaaarrff...." And there it goes, floating down the river, under the bridge, and out of sight, gone forever. Weston just stared down over the frosted railing, expression distraught. "....Uuw---" And here come traces of fat tears.

#{ open }#west u pussy #literally heH