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♪♫ "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" ♫♪
“It’s not her birthday, Vicky!”
“Hey, it could be!”

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♪♫ "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" ♫♪
“It’s not her birthday, Vicky!”
“Hey, it could be!”
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“Are... are they always like that?”
Cordelia asked, standing near the clearing of the forest. She entered the forest during recess, wanting to loosen up and party when the Wolf Pack showed up and became... rather rowdy. The doll peered over at the Frankenstein-esque monster. “I understand it’s a party, but-- why are they so loud??”
"Why is everyone calling you Gluttony?! You are not THAT fat"
❝Wh—❞
❝I’m not fat at all! I’m…❞
❝… big boned..❞
…
❝People call me Gluttony to differentiate or whatever, me from my cousin, Wrath. ( @thezomblr ) cause it’s easier than going Brian 1 and Brian 2.❞
“Y-you can revive me, Scott… with one kiss... make that two”
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Revive? Now that makes Scott chuckle. Knowing that Vicky was, well, a monster like the rest of them and that she was actually talking to him out there on the court, makes it a little difficult to buy that she needs revival. While Scott isn’t the sharpest spoon in the club, he knows when there are dead things around him and not! Still, he squats down on his knees beside Vicky, the gym’s floor squeaking beneath his large body. At first he simply stands there, one one knee, looking down at the woman who lies displayed there with a dodgeball next to her. Sweat drips down Scott’s face, the back of his hand moving up to wipe it away with a smile.
“But Vicky !” Sweeping some of his hair out of place, damp locks fall onto Scott’s face, covering up some of the beaming eyes. “You’re talking to me, so you can’t be dead! Did you hurt yourself though? You took a nasty blow to your head there… maybe we should — ” A shrug finished his sentence, Scott leaning closer to Vicky.
With his body towering next to her, the werewolf’s warm hands slid up under the back of her legs, curling around her knees. The other shuffled its way under her back, trying to capture her frame into his grip. Through it all he held a warm smile on his lips, Scott hoisting Vicky up into a strong embrace, bridal style, as her smaller frame was pressed against the werewolf’s warm, sweaty chest. Scott wasn’t even bothered by it. He was a strong guy, and picking his friends up was just another sweet challenge! In addition it was fun. Holding Vicky in his arms like this was pretty cool, and he liked showing off just how much he could carry, so it was with pride that he guided himself up onto his feet whilst holding onto his classmate. Eyes closed as grin widened, messy locks swaying lightly as he gave a caress to the side of Vicky’s body.
“I’ll carry you to the nurse! They’ll look at you! Maybe you are a good girl over there… I’ll give you a kiss as a treat?” Laughing to himself, Scott’s tail waggled, leaning in to give Vicky a nuzzle against her head.
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♪♫ Oh what a terrible time to be approached by Scott. She was all alone with him, something she has wished and dream for ages, but not like this. Not without her voice! ♫♪
♪♫ The construct shock her head a little nervous and point at it with a smile trying to relay the message that the seat was not taken, but would it be enough? Dammit she is not good at expressing herself with her body, she always yelled everything she had to say! ♫♪
♪♫ She seemed a little sad. While she did smile at Scott, it was a forced smile. But she tried her best to hide it, she did not want to worry the big guy. She was not even sure if the whole school knew about her current situation already or not ♫♪
Scott sat with a thud. He sat close enough too her that they were barely touching. Not cuddling by any means, but comfortable close proximity.
“Doing okay today? Your a bit quieter then normal.”
Not wanting too get his letterman jacket sleeves messy, he took off the large overcoat. He could see the Wolfpack a few benches over watching him, studying his moves. This is how you are nice and approachable too people, he wanted too say.
♪♫ "HEY BBBBFF! IS IT TRUE THAT DAMIEN HAS A SMALL PEEPEE?!" ♫♪
Brian was 99% sure this was question was being asked to get under his skin. And sometimes the best way the get someone back for a question like that was to be as crude as possible.
“Considerin’ his cock has almost torn my ass in half on multiple occasions whoever toldya that is a fuckin’ idiot. He’s a shifter.”
"Would you sell out everyone you know, or is there someone you would never give up by anything in the world?"
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“Are you really asking me this? Of course there are people I’d never give up in this world. Valerie. My Dad. And my secretary, Limmy... and maybe Liam.”
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