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asdSend me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned. { No longer accepting }
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asdSend me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned. { No longer accepting }
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{txt} my house, my hot pockets
[txt]: our house, our hot pockets.[txt]: well, yours and robyn’s. I prefer real pizza to that garbage.[txt]: learn to share, or I’ll call you der-bear for a month. loudly. and in public. :)
{txt} good to be back home where i belong
[txt]: good to have you back, old man.[txt]: even if you are a heathen who leaves wet towels on the bathroom floor and eats entire boxes of hot pockets at once.[txt]: you better buy another box tomorrow or robyn’s going to throw a fucking fit, and I’ll really kill him if I have to hear his speech about respecting the sanctity of a man’s hot pockets one more time.
[ she's been waiting for a taxi for half hour, so she'll just talk with a stranger to pass time. ] ❝So here's the deal, I'm gonna' introduce myself, then you're gonna' introduce yourself, it'll be perfect.
I'm Aleigh--- Aleigh Reyes.❞
{txt} point taken now can you come let me in?
[txt]: I was actually looking more for something like, “sorry, cora, for giving little miss banshee bitch a key to our home and not bothering to tell you before I fucked off to the pacific wilderness.”[txt]: but hey, I’m in a giving mood, so I’ll let it slide this time.[txt]: I’ll be home in 10.
{txt} ive only been gone a few weeks and you change the locks? seriously?
[txt]: first of all, I’m fine, thanks for asking.[txt]: second of all, if anyone has the right to get their panties in a bunch over the locks right now, it’s me.[txt]: lydia martin is under the impression that you gave her a key before you left so she and her little scooby gang could check in on me. [txt]: at least, that’s what she told me when I came home and found her and stilinski watching the gruesome twosome kick the shit out of mccall in our living room, so.[txt]: not one of your better decisions, broseph.