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⇢ ☂ ⇠ " Y-you're... you're sitting on my book. " { spxciosus }
s p x c i o s u s || nonaod
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Death and it's latter incidents has kept the child unraveled for too long, she and her physical ashes strewn by cremation fire; but companionship of those has calmed her and grown her in trust, if only in slight. Yet girl still jumps, as another has entered the graveyard without her notice; only indication of presence with vision of apparition coming across a familiar face.
Still, she has grown enough not to remain breathless and speak the words; ❝ ...Coming to visit? It's...been a while. ❞
spxciosus said: Because sometimes they are either too lazy to log in on said account or it is a sideblog.
Ohhhhh. Makes sense. Thank ya.
spxciosus;;
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[ ♪ ♬ ] —“I told you not to come over, I'm sick & I dont wanna get you sick too."
Kasumi felt just awful as she watched her try to wipe her skirt that would no doubt be stained from the coffee. She wished there was more she could do to help. Then, she remembered she had recently returned from the gym and the bag on her back held extra clothes.
"I have extra clothes in my bag if… you'd like to change." She offered with a weary smile. "We look like we're about the same size and I'm sure it'd beat wearing a wet skirt."