#java valiente

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Dean & Ronette's small beach wedding. ────────────୨ৎ────────────

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Finally installed Zerbu's TS2 > Paralives Aspirations mod to try out. I only gave my paras primary ones for now. This prompted another set of posed images. No CC was used in them, by the way.

Cobalt - Pleasure Rock - Popularity Ronette - Romance Dean - Knowledge Java - Fortune Kaylynn - Family

Since Dominic is all about free will, defy the Plumbob yada yada, I gave him both primary and secondary ones - so he's Knowledge/Pleasure, and I'll try to play him mainly wants-based.

Because there is no grilled cheese food in Paralives, maybe we should make Egg Sandwich the new Grilled Cheese? Love a good egg sandwich.

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Apartment tour!

Dean and Rock quickly made themselves at home in Java's place. Java quickly regretted letting them in. Rock never stops making noise, and that neat freak Dean keeps undoing the mess Java has carefully accumulated.

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Rock: There you are! Why'd you storm off like that? We were worried.

Java: Whoa… Rock: You alright, mate? Dean: James? You with us? Java: You guys look funny.

Rock: Bloody hell, look at the size of his pupils. Dean: He's hallucinating on something… and there’s dirt under the nails. James, have you been picking mushrooms?! Java: It said "Eat at your own risk", not "Do not eat." Rock: "…it?" Dean: Right. Up you get. We’re taking you home.

Java: …country rooooads… take me hoooome… Dean: C'mon, the bus is here. Oh! Hey, Mrs. Orozco, didn't see you there. How've you been? Java: Why is the hospital... on fire… burrp Rock: He's, uh… very tired. Long day at work. Heheh

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The daily struggles of a germaphobe in a pigpen.

Dean: Attention, please! I've made us a chore chart. Java: Graphic design is your passion, I see. Rock: Oh sick, I'm orange! Dean: Guys, focus. We each need to do our part.

Java: I can’t be crawling around wiping goddamn baseboards. I lost a leg! Dean: And I lost my patience when I found your mug sitting on top of my books. Java: You're acting like I pissed on them! Dean: You might as well have! Java: I can still arrange that, if you want! Rock: WHOA, alright! Let's all unclench for a second.

Java: Cool. Love being bossed around in my own home. I'm out.

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Dean: I'M SICK OF YOU PEOPLE! Every time I turn around, someone's begging to end up in hospital! Ronette: Dean--

Dean: How many times were you all willing to push your luck with these fucking mushrooms before this happened? Nobody ever listens! Java: Dude, it's not Kaylynn's fault.

Heyon: Spare us the lecture, Doc, and get off your goddamn high horse. It was an accident, genius! The fucking nerve to yell at Kay at her best friend's funeral! Ronette: My dear, let's just go home. Dean: …I just-- yeah. Let's go.

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RIP, Shaundi. The second para I ever created and the first death in my game.🕯️ ──────────── ୨୧ ────────────

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Kaylynn: If you guys are totally stranded, I did inherit my grandma's house here a few months ago. It's a little cluttered, but you could stay there until things get sorted out. Java: And I've got an apartment down by the factory. Keep in mind it's also, uh, cluttered.

Dean: Alright then, I suggest the girls stay with… wait, are you Kaylynn Farrow? Kaylynn: OH MY GOD, you read my blog? (•ᴗ•)♡ ︎ Dean: Your soup recipes are top notch! Anyway, I think it makes sense if the girls stay with you, and we go with him.

Rock: Oi, you, lanky bloke. You here for some cosplay convention? Cobalt: I am an exchange student. I am already provided with accommodation, thank you. It was nice meeting you. Rock: …suuure.