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"Really?" Dib turns away to go look for bigfoot, but turns back to Gaz. "Wanna help me?"

Truthfully the child could care little for her brothers hairbrained adventures. In fact she only mentioned  bigfoot as a way to get her brother to take out the trash for her. The decision to come along was a bit last minute, partially do to the recollection of the vicious squirrel she  trapped within the outside can. And partially wanting to see if Dib would contract rabies from it. Needless to say, the decision to go had nothing to do with actually helping Dib. 

okay so I found a way to fix my roleplay blues, that is to start roleplaying as a character I’ve wanted to for awhile now. So yeah, I have an Alduin blog now.

"Child, what is it you hold in your hands?" She inquired, platinum blonde hair falling over her shoulder loosely, freely. While she may have appeared frigid, her appearance was wild, and beautiful, yet still retaining a natural opulence. "I’ve seen nothing like it."

                         ✖ … It's a Game Slave Two. They're pretty common--this was the                                                      last one they had when they first when on the shelf. I                                                                 bought it off of some kid.

➣ Wow, rude ass girl. “No! Why would ya even say something like that?! My hair ain’t ab-nox-chee-us!”

                         ✖ …It's so bright my eyes are beginning to hurt. I could probably                                                    use it as reading light.

                         ✖ But is it breaking rules when no one is around to watch you break                                                  them?

"At least I haven't chased my child around in a snow maze with an axe."

                         ✖ …You haven't. But would you?

The game is mine!!!

█  —- ♛ ❝I was conceived on a Wednesday.❞

                         ✖ ... Alright. Good enough reason if any. ... Do you want to help me                                                 set traps for my brother? He took the last juice box and needs                                                          to be taught a lesson.