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moreimportantthanithought replied to your post: Oh. Yay. It did. ^^
Nah, you don’t. I was trying to draw and you came up on my dash and I thought you’d be fun. I probably messed up the eyes, but thank you for saying it’s good.
dude from the bottom of my heart thank you
"I honestly have to say that Liv (the author behind wristcomputer and forget-theglasses) is a spectacular roleplayer and person. If it weren’t for her, I’d be gone from the fandom by now."
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I want that batty!!!! ^^ *huggles Leon* You're the closest I can find...
Isn't that bat adorable? I want one too. And an owl.
"I'm a bat? Does that mean I'm Batman? I could be down for that." He smiled, giving her a big hug.
Kisses and Hellos.
" So is this how you always say hello or am I just a special case?" He asked her pulling her close to him as he leaned against the wall holding her waist." I am really hoping I am a special case." He added leaning closer to kiss her lips again.
She raised an eyebrow, dropping her arms to her side. "Consider it zombies." She didn't really want to use her native language at this point, kind of embarrassed that her grumbling was understood.
His expression is lopsided, but at least he can believe that part of her statement. “Zombies, huh? Well, I still think you are playing some kind of prank here, but I have encountered a few of them in my time…"
Dmitria gripped at her arms tightly, walking through the wastses of the world. A figure stood just up ahead, and she reached for the hand gun she held, half out of habit and half out of fear. Okay, not so much habit. "Hello?"
A muffled breath fails to slip past his lips, despite their slight estrangement from each other. He isn't the easiest man to startle, despite the occasional bouts of paranoia, but unknown voices catch him off guard.
Tilting his head to the side, he runs his tongue over cold-chapped lips. "Hello," he repeats almost monotonously.
