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Is that the call of my most favourite person ever? Hell yea it is! I have missed your presence on my dash and I am glad you're back ;u;. I was almost forced to sing for your return!
aw aw aw nonnie awwwwwwww ;v;
this is the nicest message i could have ever asked for and more
thank you so much ;v;
i'm super glad to know that he was missed
but we are back in business!! c: <3
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I tried talking to you, /I/ messaged /you/ first nearly every single time after we stopped talking but I wasn't trying to be rude, I was just saying goodbye because I don't need this. Feeling bad because you stopped talking to me. In the end, everyone leaves. So be it. I got used to it, and you were no exception from that as much as I would've liked if you were. So, this is me saying goodbye. We haven't talked in nearly over a month so you probably already forgot about me but well. I didn't.
Now that sounds beyond rude. You do realize I'm a part time carer for my mum and have more than attention demanding niece and nephew? You realize I've had the flu, and I've not paid much to Skype. I'm sorry for having real life problems, but that's just how it is. You wanna talk to me? Go ahead. But I wont be talked to like I'm the bad guy, because I'm not.
I wasn't talking about you not being active on Owen anymore, I have very much lost my own muse as well and I'm taking a break from roleplaying in general. I already have your skype but seeing as you never messaged me anymore, there's no point. So.
Um? I'll be honest, if you want me to talk to you then send me a message. I've spent most of my years in roleplaying making the effort, so. I'm not trying to be rude or anything, that isn't my intention. But you're coming off a little rude to me. If you want to talk to me, then do it. I'm not going to push you away.
I wish we'd still talk as much as we used to. But I guess this is what it comes down to in the end, everyone leaves. You said it yourself once, so there was no point in getting attached anyway. I just wanted to tell you that I enjoyed the time being that you would message me and we would talk all day and that you are an awesome person. I hope you're alright. Stay safe.
I did say that once, yeah. I just never expected it to be me as the one who was leaving. I know I've become more and more inactive on this blog, I'm not sure what happened really. Owen just dwindled on me. But I'm making it a mission to bring him back because I've met some amazing people on here and I can't let you guys go. I'm also sorry that we don't talk as much, if you'd like, I can link you to the account I'm on a lot at the moment, or you can request my Kik or Skype. I'm positive I loved talking to you, sweetheart. I'm also okay, and very much safe. Thank you for being a sweetie and going such a nice way about this.
The boy shook his head, coughing. Once it subsided, the boy was wheezing badly. "It... Hurts..." He managed, wiping tears from his eyes.
Owen let a sigh escape, confusion sweeping his expression. "I'm really not sure how to help you, kid -- I've never seen anything like this."
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The boy was about to say something but started coughing again. He quickly sat up, gasping for air. "Ow..." He whimpered.
Owen kept his hand placed behind the boys back as he sat up, and he rubbed his hand in a circular, soothing manner, to help with his coughing. "Have y' eaten anythin' odd in th' past few hours?"
The boy fell forward on the table, panting. "It's too hot in here." He complained, coughing a few times. "Can I have some ice?" He asked, rolling over so that he was on his back.
Owen nodded, moving straight to the kitchenette, grabbing an ice pack, moving back to the lab, placing the ice pack on the small child's back, placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature. "I'm not sure what's goin' on here."
The boy sat with his eyes half-closed, barely registering what Owen said. "Huh? Oh- oh okay..." He responded, rubbing at his eyes, but not doing anything else.
Owen nodded with a small sigh, holding the child up on the table, running the scanner over the small childs body before tilting his head. He couldn't see any anomalies. "I can't see anythin'."
