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"Every night, we talk, we dream, we work, we get into disguises, and live new adventures." 

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Letters || Lorelei x Beau

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gemstone-1x1:

Dearest Beau,

I could not wait for the sun to rise. Instead, I have decided to write to You by candlelight.

I woke to our baby kicking, and I reached for Your hand to show You how strong she kicks. Of course, You were not there, as You have been away to fight a war that is not ours.

I do not wish to burden You but only share my honest feelings with You. I cannot bear to send You good tidings only for the sake of boosting your morale. This very well may be a selfish decision, but after sending You lies, I could not hide my pains to You upon Your return. Too much time would be spent mending our love, when we have already lost enough time.

My honest feelings are this. I am restless and lonely. I pray for your safe return, although I have never known God in my entire life. I pray that He protects You and our baby, although he has never shown me love or mercy. I imagine Your gentle kisses upon my forehead, and I cannot help but lament that I may never feel them again.

Meine Liebe bitte kommen Sie wieder zu mir zurück. Ich warte auf Sie.

Lorelei

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My Love,

My heart is troubled to know we are both in misery. I do not wish to lie either and platitudes are dishonest. I only share my truths with you now. I think of you near constantly. I think of home. I miss you both dearly, but it is your loving memory that keeps me upright. 

If I cannot find comfort without you close, I find strength knowing you think of my health and I your safety. 

This war is wretched. The cause seems more pointless as time passes and fewer men are there to my call. I have forgone counting the days and simply pray for the sun to rise with each morning. I have been urging a parley with our allies, yet the Boar king still resists. Both him and his country men insist the tides will change. I may only hope and persist. I hope you have fond memories of him, for a different man stands at the front line. It troubles me to witness such change.

I long for the day I may return to you both, our daughter and my life. I think often of you waiting by the river, our daughter keeping you company as the sun shines off the sparkling water. If such a peace could exist I know what I may be striving towards during this hard times.

Amo te. Ego revertar ad vos, et pacem.

-Beau

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✉️Text || Jacob x “Michael”

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gemstone-1x1:

Jake: I don’t really touch technology…

Jake: ah i see

Jake: You’re a bit blunt, but I guess it’s better to be clear from the beginning.

Jake: I’m asking you on a coffee date.

@constantlag

Michael: I take it you’re not big on texting. That’s cool :)

Michael: wait did you even see emojis? 

Michael: strike that last text

Michael: Yes coffee sounds great. Just name a time and place

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✉️Text || Jacob x “Michael”

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Jacob: What’s imo?

Jacob: Yes, thank you for… taking care of me.

Jacob: Would you

Jacob: Shoot I didn’t mean to send that.

Jacob: I was going to say, “Would you want to get coffee sometime?”

@constantlag​

Michael: lol do you not text?

Michael: not to sound judgy or w/e. ‘imo’ is ‘in my opinion’

Michael: Now coffee....depends. Is this a ‘thank you for the ibuprofen and bed’ coffee or an actual coffee date

[An ellipse’s icon appears and disappears several times before the next texts finally sends.]

Michael: 🙂

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✉️Text || Jacob x “Michael”

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gemstone-1x1:

@tifftries1x1​ / @constantlag​

Jake: Hi

Jake: I’m not very good at this

Jake: Hope you’re well, I think

[[ 3 minutes later ]]

Jake: No wait. I meant that “I think” that’s what I’m supposed to say…

Jake: God, I’m sorry

Michael: Haha I should be the one asking you that

Michael: The hope you’re well thing, not the sorry part...

Michael: Nothing to be sorry about imo

Michael: You feeling better?

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Samdie || 001

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wisteria1x1:

There’s something magical about letting yourself drift away with the music. I think about that one song from Breakfast at Tiffany’s a lot when I’m in sort of a nostalgic mood. Moonriver, I think it’s called? See, the way that song sounds, all dreamy and soft? That’s the way I feel when I’m singing. 

It’s so easy to get lost in; the seconds tick by, and if I’m not careful I slip up and my voice’s loud enough to wake mom up. I’ve gotten better about it with time, but… Time doesn’t keep passion for singing from making my heart burst with longing. 

When the song ends, I yearn for a distraction. The comedown after a song sucks. That moment when I wonder how many more nights I’ll have to spend like this. 

Obviously, I don’t really expect a distraction. Until it arrives. And holy moly is it one hell of a distraction. Dark hair and dark eyes and… Well, okay it’s dark, cause’ the stars are out and the moon is sitting big and fat and bursting on the edges of some clouds, so obviously it’s nightime so everything about him seems dark but… His voice is glowing. Well, not literally glowing but it feels like it is. It’s warm and lush and… 

I can just tell. I call it my special power. And sometimes, it’s my kryptonite. I melt at the sound of it.  Glancing over my shoulder to confirm the room’s still empty, the space under the doorway still dark, I let out a breath. I’m smiling, and I think this might be the most interesting thing that’s happened to me in a while.  “If you’re not careful, you’re going to piss Shakespeare off stealing his lines like that!” Did that even make sense? I swear, spending so much time alone has reduced my flirtation skills to nothing. “Thanks, though!” He’s got some kind of instrument strapped to his back, I think, but I can’t quite make out what it is. Curiosity has me leaning further out the window. “Are you… I mean… Are you a singer too? A musician?” 

“Hey I think Shakespeare would’ve loved me using that line. Calling up to the high up maiden- assuming you are a maiden? -a simple Romeo makes his presence known. It paints quite the picture. And I deliver it so much better than DiCaprio, if I do say so.” Sam chuckled, going a little overboard with his imagination. 

The end of his cane tapped against vertical concert, reaching out he found the end of the sidewalk and the beginning of a building’s wall. Sam settled himself to leaning against it, swinging his instrument to settle in front of him. It seems he hasn’t scared off his new friend yet, and they couldn’t have been that far away if she could see his horn.

 “Let me guess, it was the pin-strip suit that gave it away right?” he said playfully, knowing fully well he was in simple jeans and an unbuttoned dress shirt. “I’m a musician yeah, not much of a singer though. I prefer to put my mouth to better use.” To demonstrate he played off a few notes on the saxophone, the tune a quick start and stop to a song that’s been ringing in his head. 

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t spot a proper songbird. Please tell me you’ve done a show or two around town. I’d love to hook you up with Eddies if you’re interested.”

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Two Step|| Cilla & Hyun

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He removed Cilla from himself as gently as he could, since he understood her excitement. It was easy to completely forget respectable distance with someone who had just told them really great news. He nodded as he smiled; he was happy she was happy.

Hyun began humming one of the songs he had heard a million times this week during practice, and he reevaluated some of the steps, adding a few flourishing touches here and there. He replied as he did this, “Well I’m not insane, considering there’s a vacancy with a solo competition, and someone even mentioned that you should do a duo team.” He stopped to tousle his hair a little.

He continued as he peered at her through the mirror, “Sorry to let your hopes down, but you can definitely count on joining a group next time.” He turned to give her a few encouraging pats on her shoulder. He strode towards the sound system with extra buoyancy in his step. “Now let’s discuss what you want to do. Solo? Duo? What song? Sexy? Cute? Bad bitch? ALL OF ABOVE??” She had to know this was only the beginning of his endless interrogation.

Then, he added, “Oh, and don’t think about being that sloppy in your choreo for the competition. That would be ‘INSANE’” He laughed as he made air quotes.

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Cilla slide off him with little fuss, still trying to warp the news in her head. She was going to do it, she was finally going to be apart of the big league. Dance in front of the masses and-- what? Dazzle them? Represent the studio and crew? Or just be a wash up newbie from her first mis-step.

She shook her head to put some sense back into it. Now was not the time to get psyched out. She needed to focus, especially when Hyun was still talking about the competition details. Shit.

“H-huh?” The pats on her shoulder brought her back to the conversation at hand, the quick fire questions turning her around. She had to figure all this now? “I don’t know! I mean I do kinda know but I thought.... you’d just put me in a spot? And I’d just go from there.” She tapered off at the end, eyes narrowing. “Wait you’re not just messing with me are you? Because I will take all the above and throw it right back in your face out of spit.”

She huffed in indignation, “hey my choreo isn’t sloppy! It’s free spirited if anything.” She followed him easily as he worked out another step routine, Cilla herself watching his face more than his feet. “Now when you mention that someone saying I should be in a duo-- name names, Hyun. Was it Seung-Chan? Jamie?  Taek Yeon?” She leered, leaning closer. “Oooor, was the someone a certain Shin Hyun. Huh huh? Wanna do a duo dance with me Hyun? You could’ve just asked I’d humble myself into dancing with you.” 

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Samdie || 001

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I was being extra-quiet tonight. 

Extra-careful, to make sure my mother didn’t wake up to hear me singing again. She hated it when I sang. She always says I have a horrible voice, and that it gives her headaches, but honestly, I think it reminds her too much of my dad. That’s what I think. I think I remind her too much of my father, and she hates me for it. It’s alright, though, I know it’s not personal. I know my dad hurt her, and there’s nothing I can do about it now. When I’m famous one day, I hope I’ll repay her. To show her I’m not like my dad. Until then, I don’t do anything other than sing at night, where nothing but the empty streets, and the lonely tomcats that wander under my bedroom window, sniffing at the cracks in the ground, looking for spare leftovers and food where there is none. If I had any, I’d give it to them. Tonight, I treat them to an old favorite. A Shakira song I’d heard some time ago, and hadn’t been able to forget, despite how old it was. I let the words come tumbling from my mouth, careful not to make my voice too loud. Careful not to overindulge. Leaning against the windowsill, the cool night’s wind brushing over my skin, it’s hard not to.

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Sam followed the voice, the clicking of his guide stick leading him along the pavement. The steam and distant cabs horns where but an overture to this sweet falsetto. He stumbled up to a brick building, the voice as clear as it could be from right down below. He didn’t want to interrupt her-- maybe it was a her? He didn’t want to assume --but he couldn’t just sit in the dark. She needed to know her audience loved it.

He clapped loud but slow enough to simply make his presence known. 

“Bravo! Oh for what light do yonder window breaks,” Sam called upward. It was cheesy and semi ironic considering his blindness, and completely wrong. But it was bold and what was he if not bold. “A voice so light it makes the night shine. Not to cut you off or anything but I have to say you’ve got quite the pair of pipes on you.”

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Two Step|| Cilla & Hyun

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He disagreed with a cheeky question, “Are you sure?” ( She was cute sometim–fuck… ) He stood as soon as the speakers began to flow with music. It was a remix he hadn’t heard yet, but his body was moving before he could really formulate an opinion about it. He integrated the signature single ladies choreo with his own, adding in some popping and a bit of krumping to accentuate a more masculine feel to it.

Hyun kept an eye on Cilla’s moves in the gigantic mirrors in front of them. There were a few celebratory ‘whoa’s and ‘whoo’s as he watched her dance. She was a quick study. He knew that, but he never grasped her abilities until he watched her. She never had the problem of seeming too robotic or of being a mere copy of another famous dancer. Many Korean students had this problem. They danced with their minds, not with their bodies. It was a shame…

“You’ve been practicing,” he stated with a smile of approval. “I think you should definitely join our academy’s crew for the competition next month now. In fact, if you say no, I might actually be sad.” He grabbed his water bottle and downed some of its contents. He wiped the excess water from his lips with the back of his hand, and he glanced up at Cilla with a grin. “You’re gonna say ‘yes’ right?”

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The moment Hyun stepped into the beat Cilla followed. A step and a hip twirl she let her mind and body go, feeling the electro beat with Beyonce’s voice. She didn’t think about it, didn’t think about the rhythm and matching step with stupid Hyun-- though the small part that was drilled into not break formation -- or counting beats. She added her own hip checks and even incorperated the signature squat to a quick spin and popped right back up. It was invigorating. It was sloppy and uncoordinated but it was all her and she loved it.

The song ended and she stretched up taking deep breaths, a grin never leaving her face. All her hard work paid off and Hyun of all people could see it. She was ready to boast herself up when his offer finally computed. “Wait what?” She spun around so quickly the floor squeaked against her sneakers. “You want me to be in the competition? Me, Cilla Song, girl in front of you me?” 

She couldn’t believe it, a thousand emotions and thoughts where rushing through her head. “ HYUN!” She screamed, jumping on him, slapping his shoulder repeatedly. “YES OH MY GOD YES THATS ALL I’VE EVER WANTED OF COURSE I’M GOING TO SAY YES ARE YOU INSANE?!”

She kept babbling despite being half draped on him, still so caught up with the sudden turn of events. “The competition though that’s like, a few weeks away. Isn’t it too late to suddenly add in a member out of the blue.” She began hitting his shoulder again, “Hyun what’re you thinking are you insane?!” 

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Two Step|| Cilla & Hyun

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“Yeah, yeah. Play something energetic. I’m itching to get started,” Hyun replied, while he waved her over. He wordlessly indicated for her to press his back down while he reached for his toes. He scoffed at her response, “Uh yeah, right. Says the girl who loves sleep and also food.” He laid down on his back and hugged his knees to relax his back muscles.

Hyun smirked at her question. “You jealous of the number of followers I have?” He didn’t feel guilty about being on that stupid app so much. It was good publicity, and it brought in a constant trickle of interested students. Many of them quit shortly after, since he taught more advanced classes and they were unable to see him as often as they had hoped.

“Maybe you’d have more if you uploaded more pictures or videos of you dancing than all the food you eat. Your food pictures aren’t even that good. Can’t even call you a foodie, not really,” he teased. She was used to his level of banter by now, but he worried sometimes that she would get her feelings hurt by what he said carelessly.

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Her mouth twisted into a displeased pout, not that he could see it. Why did he have to be so annoying and charming simultaneously? “Hey sleep and food are the essentials to keeping my girlish good looks and dancer’s figure.” She pressed her weight down harder on his shoulders before letting him up and instead bending her calf muscles against the mirror. she wobbled for a second before using his raised knee to balance herself. 

“You’re just jealous you can’t enjoy the pleasures in life like I can.” She huffed. She flicked her her at him, standing properly to pull her bob into a tiny pony tail. Big headed jerk face. What reason did she have to be jealous of Hyun? Not like a bunch of strangers adoring you online really meant anything.

Her faced burned in indignation and she turned away from him in a huff. “Who’d be jealous of a stupid follow feed?” Not that she’d ever admit to the small nagging sense in her gut to hold off posting her dancing. The little voice that said ‘its not quite good enough yet’. Something he probably didn’t need to worry about.

“Are we really going to keep talking about my eating habits or are you ready to kick it.” She challenged, quickly scrolling through her shuffle for the right song. A grin light up when she found the right song, quickly pressing play before turning back to her mentor.

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Two Step|| Cilla & Hyun

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Hyun brushed his hair with his hand as best as he could, using his reflection in the window. He realized the bus had come to his stop, and he stumbled out while a few annoyed mumurs could be heard behind him. He adjusted his messenger bag and smiled at the blue sky above him. ( What a wonderful day to stay inside all day! ) He was happy to make his passion his career, but he needed a break. Maybe just a couple of days…

He approached the studio in a better mood when he spotted Cilla going in ahead of him. It was always a good thing when the newbie was earlier than he was. He slowed his pace, knowing she would be proud of her small feat. 

He finally opened the glass door, and he couldn’t help but smile at her question. “Beyonce is Beyonce. She can grace my ears any time.” He dropped his own bag next to Cilla’s and pulled out his water bottle. He took a swig before commenting, “Is the world ending or something? Why’re you so early?” He sat down to begin stretching.

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Cilla did a little half spin, arms swinging in motion. Always Hyun to arrive and get straight to the point. Even if the point was point stretches.

“Then I’m taking that as you agreeing with whatever I put on. No ifs, ands or buts.”

She didn’t want to admit to the small thrill that buzzed when he noticed her early arrival. Ha, suck it Hyun she could be punctual if she wanted to! Nevermind the fact it took four alarms and a turbulent bike ride through morning traffic. What matters is her arriving first.

“Your world maybe. Today I just happened to rise with the sun and start the day off on the right foot. Better question yet is why are you so late?” She couldn’t help but poke back, slipping down into a stretching pose across from him. “Too busy updating your Instagram feed?” 

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Two Step|| Cilla & Hyun

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The lock to the studio opened with a satisfying klck. Technically she wasn’t suppose to be able to get in yet- what with being a newbie to the troop -but what no one knows won’t kill them. Or kill her. Technicalities. She gave a low whistle, flicking on the lights to illuminate the space.

Pris was quite pleased with herself. Its not often she managed to beat her mentor to practice. Even better to beat him to the music player. She was hyped to get started, ready to show him up with how much she improved. Not that she cared if he was impressed or not. No the real satisfaction here would be putting that smug face it it’s place.

She threw her backpack against the mirror wall, strolling to the stereo system. When the door opened she spun around, a smile slapped dab in delight. 

“Well look what the cat dragged in. Now tell me what warm up song sounds better? Classic queen Beyonce or contemporary Empress Beyonce.”      

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Jake studied his table with various ingredients. He was missing fairy wings. “No Girding Potion this week, I guess,” he mumbled to himself. He frowned at the mess he had made this morning. He wished there could be a more organized method to make his potions. “Why Jacob? WHY?” he yelled into the empty room.

He whirled around at the sound of Daisy’s voice. “Wha–oh nothing…” He stuck out his hand, once he finally understood what she had said before. “Well let me see it then. Have you read yours yet?” Jacob felt silly for being so enthusiastic about a letter from his little brother, but he couldn’t wait to hear about his adventures alone. It was partially because he was worried about Caleb, but he knew better than to state that in his letters. He would probably never get a letter back if he put in any sort of nagging in them.

Jacob made his way around the table and pulled out a chair for Daisy. “I was about to have some tea. D’you want some?” He walked over to the stove and placed a kettle on top of it. “Did you have anything for lunch? I have some snacks, if you’re hungry.” He had his back turned to her at this point, so she couldn’t see how he had to physically stop himself from continuing by biting his bottom lip. “Sorry…” he mumbled.

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The loud commotion wasn’t what concerned Daisy upon entering the shack. That was normal for Jake. What really stood her still was the state of the shack itself. Her brother was a potionier sure but she didn’t think that was synonymous to a mess. “Merlin’s beard Jake, what have you been doing in here?”

She sauntered into the place, passing over Jake’s personal letter from her own. “I haven’t , and a thank you would be nice.” she snipped maybe with a bit more edge than she really meant. But she brushed it off, instead focusing on her own unread letter. She had opened it, what with the excitement of actually getting it stopping her. 

There he goes again, always being that weird mix of fidgety and dotting. She wanted to huff at him. It’s not like she was a child. She was a Hogwarts graduate for Pete’s sake! Instead she dropped down into one of the seats, tipping it hap-haphazardly on it’s two back legs. “I already ate but tea’s fine.” she rolled her eyes, “You know I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself. That’s the whole point of this place isn’t it? Strongest survive and what not. I should be asking if you’ve been eating properly what with your hermit impression you’ve got going on around here.”

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@ravendor-writes 

The Glade hand a funny way of being timeless. Not in the way that Greek architecture or blue jeans were interesting in any era but time just felt...still. Daisy thought over the proper terminology for it. Time-absent? Stagtimelent? One thing for sure it was boring at times. Such was the case for the newbie trainee left to sit and literally count the feeding sheeps while her mentor was off rangaling some dragons. 

Honestly when she signed of for training she thought there’d be more dragon flying involved and less backacheing labor. She flopped backwards, content to stare at the cloudy sky. She wonders what it would’ve been like to have stayed back in the mainlands like Caleb had. Granted Caleb was probably off on some expedition in Tibet with his advance healers studies. It was a little selfish, she reflected, to have wanted to tag along with him instead of following Jacob. ‘But why are you following either of them anyway?’ she asked herself, pulling out a large handful of grass. 

A cawing sound broke that particular thought train, an increasing growing grey owl vooming towards her. Just as she sat up the bird dropped a rather large envelop on her head, circling and cooing for his payment. “Damn bird,” She scowled, picking through her belt for a piece of meat to throw in payment. Looking at the package she squinted at the writing before her face broke out into a proper grin. Caleb! He wrote back for both of them! 

“Move along bird, I’ve got to split.” She called with the flick of jerky into the air, running off to find her other brother. She’s sure her mentor wouldn’t be too mad if she just left for a tick. 

She ran through the grassy hills back towards the tiny village all the keepers and people resided. Jake was probably in his hut paying with potions and ingredients again. She burst through the door, waving the evelope as her only proper greeting. “Jake look what I got! Caleb sent it all the way from-” she paused taking a good look at her brother. “Wait...what are you doing?”

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“Oh, come on, Shaggy.  Just think, it’ll be over soon and we can all go get a pizza to celebrate after!” 

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“Pizza does sound groovy...”

“Wait- no! Don’t bring my faves into this. I still won’t do it.” 

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“I don’t know about this guys. I’ve got the jeebies with this plan...”

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 Looking at Scooby, she had to agree, but that didn’t mean she liked the idea any more than she did before. After a second, Daphne smiled, chin tucked down to her chest, “I bet he’d do it for a Scooby Snack–– right, Scooby?” 

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At the mention of snacks the dog’s ears perked up instantly. Even if he wasn’t the bravest dog, a snack was definitely worth toe risk. Shaggy wasn’t as swayed. “Oh no, not this time.” Shaggy shook his head, blocking the sight of the coveted treat. “A single snack’s not gonna make this dog move.” Shaggy pointedly ignored Scooby’s confused look. One that said ‘oh yes it will.’

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“I really don’t understand why I always have to be the bait. Why can’t Scooby do it for once?” 

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“Come on daph, you know scooby’s got a soft heart.” Shaggy knelt down to put the poor pup’s whimpering head. “He’s also never drop kicked anything in his life.”