#|| roleplay

[evolitar]

*just.. sorta... Tips his hat in condolences* "Hate t' be in yer shoes there. "

[evolitar]

If they typed it they the hoe. -points at the oe-

“… Hoe? Y’mean like a hoedown? I ain’t much of a dancer but i can try. ”

[evolitar]

“ I have no idea what is goin’ on and I don’t think I wanna know. ”

[cxptaincold-blog]

"Hit ‘em quick, get out fast."

||      “That’s the plan.”

      “They won’t know what hit em..”      }}

[cxptaincold-blog]

"You have no control who lives, who dies."

||      He took in a deep breath through his nose, not being able to swallow down the truth in her statement. He opened his mouth to shoot back a snide remark.. but none came-- because she was right.

He was helpless..      }}

[cxptaincold-blog]

"Yeah, he’s not the choice I would’ve gone with."

||      “Mick isn’t that bad.”

      “He’s a little rough around the edges, but who isn’t?”      }}

[decimo-sporgenza-blog]

Appointment

@universalcounting

“U-um s-sir? I’m here for our a-appointment” Tsuna stuck his fluffy head through the doorway looking for his psychiatrist. He hated the fact that he had to do this, but one of the conditions for him going to this school was seeing Bill once a week. And if he gets kicked out of this school, he’ll have to deal with Reborn’s...tutoring.

He let out a soft ‘Hieeee!’ at the thought of it.