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((AND TODAY I FOUND A FUCKTON OF DRAFTS THAT TUMBLR DID NOT INFORM ME ABOUT FUCK YOU TUMBLR ;~;
anyway I'm gonna tag this to the people who's posts I found so that you all know that I found your replies and i'm going to make a response. :D))
"I trusted you!"
"Buck up darling." Arthur smirked at him, bumping shoulders with him. "I said we were going shopping darling, I didn't say for what."
They were surrounded by pink.
The 'girl's aisle' in the toy shop was a sight to behold, dress up clothes, barbies, Disney princesses, baby dolls, play cookware and much more lined the shelves.
Dante looked very out of place, uncomfortable, dark and dirty. Lizzie, who had run in front of them, looking at the Princess toys, came back and decided to spruce the grumpy looking man up a bit, tugging on his jacket to get his attention.
Reluctantly he bent and was rewarded with a tiara. Straightening stiffly he glared at Arthur. "I hate you." Arthur chuckled. "It looks good on you."
dantetheangel replied to your post:.
If there is a next time, I will not be involved.
Why not? Have you no heart? Or...funny bone?
dantetheangel started following you (Seth Starter)
Seth had been painting intently for hours now. He came out here first thing in the morning, after taking Anthony to school, and had been painting ever since. He'd done about 4 pages now, in 3 different sketchbooks (had to let the gouache dry after all), and was hoping to get one last landscape in before he had to go pick up Anthony from school. Though, knowing that kid, he was probably going to get ramen with John again, so he probably had an extra hour or so.
He'd been people-watching as well, since, well, when you're painting on a public bench, people-watching was sort of inevitable. He couldn't help but notice a man who seemed to be doing something similar (or maybe he was walking by? Seth couldn't be sure.)
Taking a break from his painting for a moment, he looked up and waved to the unusual man (a military man? Had someone committed a crime?)
"'Ey there." He said, smiling to hide his nerves. "I don't think I've seen you here before... you a guard or something?"
Dantetheangel started following you (Riku starter)
Another long day... she was so exhausted. Honestly, she just wanted to flop on her bed, but she also didn't want to go home. After all, Dean was there, and she didn't have the stamina to take care of him right now. So, she decided to walk the streets for a bit, looking for something to do, some way to kill time until she was ready to go home (and more importantly, until Dean was in bed already). Eventually, she just started eavesdropping on people's thoughts to kill the time. Unfortunately, not much was really entertaining about it. Though, she always did get a chuckle out of people narrating their own lives in their thoughts.
After a while, she noticed someone who was new. Probably another military guard. Still, she was bored enough that she was willing to track him down, approach him, and strike up a conversation.
He turned out to be a dark-haired man, who did appear to be a military outsider. She couldn't help but wonder what exactly he was here for, since he didn't seem to be guarding. Maybe she could drag that information into his thoughts and get it for herself.
"Hey, we've got a new guy! So, who are you?" She asked, "I'm Riku."
"Boys stop fighting!!!!!"
dantetheangel replied to your post:"I long for something I cannot have."
"Well that’s fucking good! Because you can’t fucking have it!"
"...Ah. I've not done anything wrong and yet I still feel that you're going to hurt me..."
dantetheangel started following you
"Um... mister?" Asked Hart, as he noticed a man walking by. He was intimidating, terrifying even, but literal beggars couldn't afford to be choosers. He was so close to being able to afford some food. "I, uh... d-do ya happen to have any spare change?"
He was shy, no, scared... but he forced a smile nonetheless. Most people didn't treat him well, but if he kept smiling through it, he would endure. It was all he really knew how to do.
