Jan 13, 2016
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“I can’t believe you killed someone!” frustration was rising to a whole new level. she could have expected this from dragan, but astrid. “goddammit astrid, why did you have to get me involved.”
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“I can’t believe you killed someone!” frustration was rising to a whole new level. she could have expected this from dragan, but astrid. “goddammit astrid, why did you have to get me involved.”
(Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 for what my muse will say to yours.)
@astridderoux
“Don’t you dare think for a minute that no one saw what you did.”
@astridderoux
Although he knew how to pick locks, Shahzad prayed these doors would be open. It was almost midnight, yet his assignment was due tomorrow morning. Showing up with only a rough draft would not only earn him a failing grade, but would appear pathetic. As he ran up to the double doors of the library, Shahzad saw the lights were still on from the glass panels on either side. A sigh escaped him out of relief, and to catch his breath. Tossing his backpack on a desk chair, he saw a flash of blonde out of his peripheral. Shahzad fully turned around to see Astrid curled up on the couch with a book, which made him raise his eyebrows. “Wow,” he said. “I thought I would be the only one here at this hour.”
“Is that my shirt?”
Penelope frowned, glancing down at her shirt and smoothing the front out. When she had thrown it on that morning, she had wondered quietly why the sleeves were falling over, past her wrists. Did the laundry crew mess up? No... Impossible. “Oh, it’s yours? Well, that makes much more sense. Shall I return it to you right now?”
“You think you’re funny?”
“I’d like to think I’m pretty hilarious, actually.” Dominic huffed at the blonde, offering a roll of his eyes. “I’m just sorry you have a terrible sense of humor or you’re just too stunned by how funny I really am, either way.”
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☆ : for a drunken voicemail
Assstriiiidddd! HJÁLP, I’m so lost... in my own goddamn house. This is a nightmare! Shit, shit, shit, there’s just loads of doors and doorknobs.. and, and, I feel like they’re all staring at me, creepy suckers! Leave me al-... LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE! — Oh hey, there’s a chair here.
BEEB
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☺: for a happy voicemail
“Ey Astrid, how are you, dear? Sucks that I got your voicemail, but I get you’re having fun somewhere. Anyhow, guess what? I got some extra cookies and I know you would appreciate them, so... I got them sent up to your rooms! Also, I got you another Bailey’s bottle, just in case, you know? I have to go, chocolates wait for me, ta!”
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“Hi! It is your guy - Johann. What’s up? I am just standing here, enjoying my own company and I am currently eyeing two lovely twin ladies. Want to come and share them? Wait, I’m not sure they’re twins. You know what? Forget it. Oh, hi there....”
BEEP