Five are asking to fight!
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"Yo! I'm Natsumi Dragneel. What's your name?"
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Five are asking to fight!
thatlittletardisgirl
sammiwinchesterlittlesis
shyandstrong
wheelfireballdragion
ice-make-mage
"Yo! I'm Natsumi Dragneel. What's your name?"
shyandstrong
"How can such a small store be so big on the inside but so small on the outside and why do you sell weapons? What kind of place is this?"
shyandstrong | strayinu | peach-lieutenant
[☂] — "Ah... hello lieutenant Abarai, Hinamori... how are you two?" The last presence he didn't recognize. "Hello, who are you?"
{*Regrets nothing*}
child
Honey, I'm home
I will not be married with a fucking child
shyandstrong replied to your post: ((Mun notice))
{Have fun!}
((Thank you very much! :) ))
WTF
Yuzu eyed the ceiling suspiciously as it creaked and cracked but turned back to the chocolate chips she folding into cookie dough.
CRACK
"Aaaagh!" Yuzu screamed and dove to the floor, hands over her head, coughing as dust rose in great clouds from the fallen drywall and chips of paint. She saw a small figure struggle to her feet through the fog, directly underneath the new whole in the kitchen ceiling, and frowned.
"…Ururu-chan?"
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((omfg. LET ME LOVE YOU. -pets your face-))