#o:pen.

[nigais]

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         "A unicorn isn't a unicorn,             it's a donkey with a plunger             stuck to its face."

[nigais]

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         Miffed. She was miffed. She disliked          the commotion around; the giggles, whispers & cries          of small children. Her loathing came from          joy she was deprived of, & it burned all;          turning tenderness into cinders, heart to dust.          A pugnacious glare was offered to the beaming          in front, & whilst venomous lips parted, pale          knuckles tapped the wooden surface her elbows          otherwise laid upon.

             "If you don't shut up in the next, let's say,               two minutes, I will break your neck and throw               your body off a cliff."

[coucheciel-blog]

          Her dark orbs wandered on the moving citizens, trying to pick out a perfect person to talk to. To her lost, there wasn't anyone that deemed appealing to her hence she continued to sit on the bench. Crossing her leg over another, Dusk's head tilted to the left as she scanned the area. "So... Does anyone want to talk or nah?" She mumbled softly, hoping at least one would hear.