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dementedcorruptedmind replied to your post:got some spiffy advice from Cari! now I need more....

OAO SANDPANDA

that's really cute but it's taken. D:

I'm totally not you're more cool then I am, you get to work with horses and I just sit around all day eating ramen and watching anime like a little weaboo shit XD

I'm on mobile btw so no provate asks sadly :/

But no I do all that stuff as well shush you XD

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Hi can we be friends? Okay so what's it like to be so awesome?

//Hahaha anyone who talks to me is a friend of mine ;D

And who's awesome? *looks around and sees mirror* Oh you see I don't know why YOU'RE so awesome *makes you look into mirror* XD

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Closed RP: Modern Day Verse: Highschool - dementedcorruptedmind

Deidara's hair whipped past in the wind as his tie flew over his shoulder. It pulled on his shirt's collar which had the top button undone, his blazer clung to his shoulder's messily, the buttons in the wrong hole but he didn't care, he was late to school and this wouldn't be his first time. Then again it was the first day of a new year. His bike's wheels spun round and round so the spokes were just blurs of silver and bronze, his handles rusted and worn in the shape of his hands. Skidding to a hault his bike's tyre rubber scraped against the hard, cold and seemingly damp concrete. He threw it in the bike shed atop of all his friend's bikes which - most of them - were standing against the walls and were padlocked neatly. Running to the school office he flattened his hair and took out his timetable, History class was first period and he was only 15 minutes late, that was enough time right? 'Fashionably late.' Deidara thought as he smirked.

"Excuse me sir? Your name?"

The grey haired woman behind the office desk asked, her grey, cold eyes peered over his specticles staring him down. Deidara gave his information and form cclass and then headed upstairs with a late note. Adjusting his blazer and redoing the buttons he inhaled deeply and knocked on the door of a heavy wooden door which read 'C - Hist. 3' Opening the door confidently he exhaled as the other students looked up, his eyes scanned the room for his friends. 'Brilliant, out class is shared between different years, hm.' He thought as he caught Sasori's eye, he was sitting next to Itachi whose head seemed to be in his hands, probably from the embarassment that Deidara was causing. He smirked and sauntered up to the teacher, gave a fake apologetic look and sat down at the free back seat next to Sasori.

#dementedcorruptedmind #here ya go! :3

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same thing we don't write together and thats sad but i see your blog on my dash and i always enjoy what i see. keep being wonderful!

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✿ = I love your blog. Σ = Scared to talk to you ☁ = You’re beautiful. ♕ = You inspire me. ♔ = I wish we talked.

//*mega blushes, squeals and hides behidn Deidara* This means so much you have no idea and if you wished we talked then we shall talk! Sometime, whenever, honestly message me whenever if you do want to i have no problem meeting new people ^_^ Thank you so much!! <3

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