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minors & taboo dni
#ocrp • #horrorrp
❝I will accept every ounce of your love, so let me hear you say:
I LOVE YOU 🖤!❞
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His face scrunched up a bit.
“Annoying and loud. He’s an alright man, I guess. I just wish he would stop flirting so much with everyone he meets.”
Yana was watching her comfort show with him, she gently held his hand as she paused the show. "Amato...do you not like Didi?"
His face scrunched up a bit.
“Annoying and loud. He’s an alright man, I guess. I just wish he would stop flirting so much with everyone he meets.”
“Does this happen often?” he asked quietly before sighing softly.
“People sometimes are afraid of me for being a vampire, so I understand in some ways.”
“Does this happen often?” he asked quietly before sighing softly.
“People sometimes are afraid of me for being a vampire, so I understand in some ways.”
“You shouldn’t have… Thank you. I appreciate it greatly.”
He nodded his head as a thanks as he stepped inside the restaurant, folding up the parasol.
“Does this happen often?” he asked quietly before sighing softly.
“People sometimes are afraid of me for being a vampire, so I understand in some ways.”
“You shouldn’t have… Thank you. I appreciate it greatly.”
He nodded his head as a thanks as he stepped inside the restaurant, folding up the parasol.
The shade of the signature red and black lace parasol in his other hand protecting him from the sun.
“Yana, hello. How are you?”
“You shouldn’t have… Thank you. I appreciate it greatly.”
He nodded his head as a thanks as he stepped inside the restaurant, folding up the parasol.
The shade of the signature red and black lace parasol in his other hand protecting him from the sun.
“Yana, hello. How are you?”
Yana had arranged a date for them, she sent him the address and hoped her text didn't confuse him. She re-read it in her head, ["Hey, do you want to gonout to -restaurant- with me? My treat!"] She checked her hair and looked down at her dress. Then saw him, "oh! Hey!"
The shade of the signature red and black lace parasol in his other hand protecting him from the sun.
“Yana, hello. How are you?”
“Not the first time I’ve heard someone say that, honestly.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard someone say that, honestly.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard someone say that, honestly.”