Nov 14, 2014
" I think he's attractive.. Quieter than I am, and.. well, I dun't really know, there's something I can't put my finger on."
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" I think he's attractive.. Quieter than I am, and.. well, I dun't really know, there's something I can't put my finger on."
[yasss hella *w*]
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"If you don't want to pour me more...more wine... you can go 'way." He slurred, glaring at Ethan.
mutterspeakinamanda answered your question:A little problem here -3- When I try to change the...
I’ve seen it too. No idea what’s going on, but you’re not the only one.
Well, at least I'm not alone with this problem. I hope it will go away soon!
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This is her Sniper, Ethan.
"S"
Send me "S" and my muse will react to your muse sliding a finger down their back, unexpectedly.
He had turned abruptly, grabbing the other marksman's hand as tightly as possible to push it away from his back. On instinct, rather than anything else, but with constantly being backstabbed, it shouldn't come as a surprise. Only when he realized what he had done, did he frown, letting the other's hand go. "...sorry about that."
mutterspeakinamanda:
" I’m rightly sorry for misjudging you. How’dyou get past all the noise those things make? I can barely stand bein' near soldier when he shoots off a rocket.." It was more of a extreme avoidance of loud noises rather than having a medical problem, but, he considered those to be one and the same.
That question made Davi pause, rather unsure of how to answer it. He supposed it was a tolerance that he built up, though perhaps being used to other loud noises helped as well. . . "You just get used to it," he said after settling on a reply, shrugging as though it wasn't anything big.
" Now that, was a good shot. I wouldn't think you're good at accuracy, till now."
"Eh, what can I say?" Solely to show off, he spun his sword around his finger before stabbing it into the dirt, chest puffed out with pride. "Y'can't judge a man's aim just b'cause he's missin' an eye."
" If it’s really my kiddo.. I’ll have to have my eye on him or.. her, all of the time. And when would they be let out of your shop? A child grows up."
"Well, or you could just teach therm that Santa Clause will take them away to the South Pole if they do not cooperate. That might work as well.
... maybe a year."
