nekosugarsong
You're a fairy tale that came true! ~
Wha t?!?! ohm ygosh that’s the nicest thing I’ve heard in a long time, thankyou so much/////////////
awww! you’re welcome!

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nekosugarsong
You're a fairy tale that came true! ~
Wha t?!?! ohm ygosh that’s the nicest thing I’ve heard in a long time, thankyou so much/////////////
awww! you’re welcome!
You're a fairy tale that came true! ~
oh that’s sweet!
you know, you look a lot like a princess!
'Face the cuteness!
“Where... Where... DID ALL THESE COME FROM I’M SO HAPPY”
Fall for you
“U-um, are you... sure? I mean, we haven’t talked that much and... and I don’t want to upset you or anything...” Pierre would stutter, biting his lip and furrowing his eyebrows. He would be blushing, eyes darting this way and that, never quite settling on anything, but always returning to her face every few moments. “I, ah, um...”
[PM] Okay well uh, where do you think we should have our date? You know Selphia better than I do so you can pick ;v;
[PM]: The choice is yours, princess. Would you like me to parade you here on my majestic steed whilst bellowing a fanfare?
?...
Why are you so worried about what I think of you?
I - I'm not fast enough for all this betting, so toss me in as a volunteer ;^;
Gotcha written down then!
>A huff of exasperation doubles in blowing blond-tipped bangs back from obscuring the screen hovering precariously above him, coolness of the pew at his back doing nothing to help the heat built up in his cheeks at so embarrassing a typo. He thinks briefly of the girl who had offered him a temporary position at her farm the night before, and how she might feel about delaying his employment by a week-- but the thought of contacting her to ask permission causing Cliff’s heart to race as it does quickly dissuades him from doing so.
[PM]: thsank you for the offer
[PM]: *thank. Sorry. Would ot be too much trouble to ask for directions once I reach the valley?