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[trxbune]

nefariamic replied to your post://* have you ever eaten anything and almost broke...

I was goingto. Make a pervy joke…

//* u’r too slow :u

[vagabondofbabel]

ooc; [ -seriously goes to bed now all serious- ]

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gives kisses~

kisses <3

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     nefariamic

     “Do you bleach your hair or are you just, really stressed? Or . . old.”

[loyalpetkau]

"You won't have to worry ever again." (Haii I hope you don't mind me to take this chance to interact with you >.>)

The voice speaking to the dog was soothing to his ears. He felt so calm and relaxed that he was open to every word.

[rainbowpinions]

ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴛᴜᴛᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ

There were certain things that smart people in school, tended to dread: bullies, gym class, locker rooms, getting sat in front of that one asshole who seemed intent on making a dent in the back of your chair with their foot. 

But the one thing that really, really held that innate sense of dread was when << Kazu, you’re further than anyone else in the class right now, you’ve even read ahead onto the next book we were going to address, so I'm going to ask you for a favour... for extra credit... and bonuses? >> when the ‘favours’ happened, because that favour, only led to one subject 

<< --Samael is failing at least four of his classes, five if you count English Lit and language as separate classes, help him and I’ll give you an A+ on every surprise pop quiz from now until college. >> 

He’d been called in during Lunch period by Mr McLeod, a middle aged usually quite surly Scotsman whom held ‘surprise’ pop quizzes every single day, nobody was ever surprised, he was practically a slave driver for pop quizzes, and while getting an A on each and every one of them for the next two years was practically a gift from God. 

The way he’d get them... pretty much balanced it out as not worth it. 

“I'm sorry... you’ll have to sweeten that pot” Samael, or... Sam as he enjoyed being called and really who wouldn’t when you were called Samael, was kind of an ass, okay scratch that, not kind of, totally an ass. Full of himself, cocky, foul mouthed and well... an asshole, he was an asshole << I’ll assume you got an A on the next essay without you having to do it? >> 

“... The one you expected over 100 pages for?” 

<< Yes >> Kazu had heard about that essay, he’d already planned for that essay, he’d scheduled time, for that essay and if he didn't have to do it, and he knew McLeod knew, if he didn't have to do it.... he’d have time for Sam “...Fine.”

And that was how Kazu found himself, stood in front of the Blonde’s desk in home room, books in hand with the most deadpan expression known to man plastered on his face “McLeod has requested I tutor you after school” he announced before the blonde could ask him the inevitable question of what he wanted. “--Or you fail the year and get held back” because making up all those classes on his own would be impossible. 

[yellowrxseofmary]

+19 have gotten trapped in an art gallery

Ɲow, this was truly strange...Their seemed to be more people in Mary's little world. Mary decided to investigate so, she quickly left her tea party rushing towards where she sensed the person or thing was. Upon reaching where the stranger was she slowly approached the stranger with a small smile "Hello!"