whxsongjieun said: whats your aim :c
Its Wulfjonginnie
hyde-nsc said: -pouts-
W-what? ;w;
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whxsongjieun said: whats your aim :c
Its Wulfjonginnie
hyde-nsc said: -pouts-
W-what? ;w;

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"Hello, pretty lady. It's nice to meet you, I'm Hyde. Thank you for the follow."
Follow? {` the word came quietly off of her lips, brows furrowing softly in her confusion. had she been following him down the street and not realized it? her lush lips pursed softly, her head shaking lightly as she dispelled the thought with her mind before offering a rather friendly smile, eyes forming small half moons. } Thank you though. It’s nice to meet you too, Hyde. I’m Audrie.
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Afzal has never quite enjoyed the arts, not even on his home. It was quite boring to attend all the important ceremonies that he was required to as a prince, and even more so when they were dealing with art. He could never understand why his brothers and sisters all enjoyed the appearances, engaging in conversations about various boring things regarding the art. It was all nonsense to him and he's much rather spend time getting the pretty servants out of their required uniforms.Â
He felt the same way about earth art. It was quite important on this planet it seemed, just like it was on Balah. And he hated it all the same. And that included artist who insisted painting on the streets, with the clacky canned paint or the drippy kind. So really, that would explain why he was glaring hard at a man working hard at a brick wall, the unpleasant smell of canned paint drifting his way.Â