“No, no… FUCINA!”
She called, as she desperately started to search for her. She was growing ill from how anxious she was.
“Please be okay…”
A small puddle of gloom, one usually whenever something. . .or someone, becomes entranced and effected under its vile spell. .
“No, no… FUCINA!”
She called, as she desperately started to search for her. She was growing ill from how anxious she was.
“Please be okay…”
She won’t. She couldn’t.
She tucked the note into her pocket. She squeezed the ring, before it went into her pocket as well.
“I need to at least see what was wrong…”
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She won’t. She couldn’t.
She tucked the note into her pocket. She squeezed the ring, before it went into her pocket as well.
“I need to at least see what was wrong…”
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She was getting things off of the statues, till she cleaned one—only to knock something down… She quickly caught the item, opening it. She saw the note.
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It ominously hangs, swaying in the breeze as it ever beckons for Farosh to open it.
She was getting things off of the statues, till she cleaned one—only to knock something down… She quickly caught the item, opening it. She saw the note.
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WE DON’T SUPPORT ICE HERE. IF YOU DO YOU’RE IGNORANT.
WE ALSO DON’T SUPPORT/DEFEND PEDOS HERE. ( people should know what I’m referencing here )
WE DON’T SUPPORT ICE HERE. IF YOU DO YOU’RE IGNORANT.
WE ALSO DON’T SUPPORT/DEFEND PEDOS HERE. ( people should know what I’m referencing here )
But I /can/ punish you~! ❞
[ ❤️ & 🔁 ? ]
But I /can/ punish you~! ❞
[ ❤️ & 🔁 ? ]
“Damn.”
“Damn.”
* d i e s *
* d i e s *
“Perhaps I should clip these… Hmm…”
“Perhaps I should clip these… Hmm…”
“There. This better?”
Cue her just MELTING into the hug, attempting to wrap her arms around Farosh, but failing, so she just kinda is flopped like a slab of meat.
“There. This better?”
Her brain is now soup.
"Purple-"
Soup = Silly Brain.
She wraps her arm around her.
She wraps her arm around her.
She wraps her arm around her.