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wrathful ava ire by Naashi

"Sorry this is late, but I didn't realize it was your birthday before..." Ava wanted to fidget from discomfort and embarrassment, but she suppressed the urges. She stuck out her hands; a small-ish wrapped gift rested in her palms. If he chose to accept and open it, inside would be a smoking pipe, like the one he already has. "...you don't have to take it or anything. I know it's not the best present ever."

I sure neglected this blog, didn't I. Sorry about that. I had lost any shred of confidence in my Ava and worked on Ymir full-time, but now I'm back to announce a proper hiatus on all my RP blogs. Due to anxiety and other stress factors, it's difficult to focus on writing, and my muse escapes me whenever I do, so I'll be on once in a while to maybe churn out one or two replies, but besides that, it'll be a running queue.