Jan 29, 2013
dont trust any1
That include you?
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dont trust any1
That include you?
Jack, you jizz has a blog. Good luck with that.
My body parts and--functions--and clothes need to chill out.
jack did u know u have 2 people that want 2 steal all ur clothes so u'll have 2 be naked
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What??
The female nods gently as she holds Sail closer to her. The tears coming back. It was too late though he had stepped through and the portal closes. Looking down she goes back into her house and curls up on the couch.
Jack flees. The moment he's back in Burgess, he shoots into the air and heads for the lake. He hated how it called to him, even now, now that he knew.
But he needed to be alone.
He finds a nice snowbank to plummet into, and buries himself deep into the cold.
I'd much rather never talk about the asscandle dungeon ever again. Unless I'm throwing someone in it. I have to go for now, Frost. A new shirt is high on my list. Try not to get yourself set on fire without my consent while I'm gone.
"Right," he said lightly. "Hey. I don't need your permission to set myself on fire, thanks." After a moment, he realized what he'd said, and promptly looked appropriately horrified.
I didn't think it'd matter if I retrieved the trinket back, considering you weren't fond of the thing in the first place. After all, if I recall correctly, you became quite frustrated the first few times when it let you know I was nearby. But if you must know, I need it for reasons relating to how I got out of the dungeon. (( I'm going to make the rp blog either tonight or tomorrow, haven't decided yet. But, easier on you, yeah? ))
"Not the trinket's fault," he pointed out, smirking a bit. "Don't like stalkers, they're unnerving. "...What, the dildo one?" he clarified with a small smirk.
Fine with me. Just don't stress over it, alright?
Sighing, he nods. "Alright, alright. Your wound, not mine. Why'd you need the trinket thing back, anyway?"
If I catch anybody touching my property, there is going to be a lot of trouble. Before you say a thing, shut up Jack.