Feb 7, 2015
Choo, choo?
Hops on Sucre.
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Choo, choo?
Hops on Sucre.
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"Are you fluffy?"
10550 absently reaches up to brush back that fluffy tuft of hair she sports.
"I, uh…suppose so, yes."
Knee
The merchant tensed as he felt fingers brush against his knee, glancing to the female, reaching out to touch her hair in a friendly manner. when everyone left, even the Batter she would always be there for him. She was the one person who never seemed to change. "Thank you..."
Hip, stomach!
The Puppeteer blinked at the touches, giving a soft hum as she thought before touching Sucre’s fingers and hip with a smile.
atonofsucre replied to your post:"Ѡ"
[txt] …Really? Oh Sucre is most sorry friend! x_x
< < Its alright! I was just...a tad confused but all is well, do not fret! c= > >
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"Ѡ"
Lunar stared at her phone for a minute, confused with the images that were sent to her. Why did she..? Why?
< < I...believe you may have sent this to the wrong person.. > >
*The gum tastes limey*
She waits until she’s out of sight. Kyt gives the most horrified expression she can muster. “Ugh plth bluh bluh” She spits out the gum into the liquid plastic and shudders. ”Who the hell makes Satan-flavoured gum?!” she swears, smacking her mouth to try to aerate the flavour out of her mouth. Her gaze drops to the plastic. No, drinking the plastic is probably a bad idea. She’ll wait to try it if she gets dehydrated. In the meantime, she’ll deal with the sour flavour in her mouth.
"Are you a sweetie-pie?"
"I’m not sure— ah…I-I believe I’ve been called that, once or twice before, so uhm…possibly?"