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Of course Len misses a dear friend ! The day he starts to cares less of a friend is a day he will no longer be Len anymore!
"What...smells like tuna...?" fishy business..!!!
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impulsivemate replied to your post: m!a: len is 21 years old and instead of singing as his greatest passion, it's poetry! mun chooses how long this should go for!
Would but, do like where ours is going naturally ha. ]
Hmm. It could be an a!u where it doesn't affect Len and Luka as of current? If you want, of course. Ahhhh by the way, did I reply to that thread of ours???? I lost track orz
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"Hm? Can I help you?" Azure asked, putting her chalk down, "Make it snappy, I still have paperwork to do."
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impulsivemate SAID:"though we just met< that truly doesn’t surprise me in the slightest for some odd reason_ can’t say why—"
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"What can I say dear~ I love these feet of mine. If they can support me on a daily life I would bless anyone with being able to feel them~"
impulsivemate said: "Oh? Just let me know when, dear—"
"Of course...maybe tonight...hmhm."
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"Luka....?" a half sound coming from a boy who had recently sat up from an odd little nap on the floor. His hair sticks up in very absurd ways-- much stranger than normal, all thanks to the hard ground he slept on not too long ago. "What are you doing here in my home? Did I leave the door unlocked, again?" He scratches his head, an irritated frown pursing his lips. Sighing, he drags himself, only partly awake, over to his front door which he finds hanging open, and closes it soundly before turning around to meet the woman who so entered unexpectedly while his slumber. A yawn accompanies him as he walked. "Neeh...were you trying to contact me earlier?" Any memory of events that lead prior to this encounter were left at a blank. The blond circles around his house in hopes of trying to find his cell phone and in at last spotting it on the floor to the corner of his living room, he flips it open to find a few unread messages in his inbox. However there were no accounts of Luka making any sort of attempt of calling him.
"Wait...did you happen to see where I put my shoes? I can't seem to find them..." since he walked throughout his home barefooted.
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What the fuck
I haven't even gotten past Ch. 1 of SDR2
Processing... Processing...
Unidentified androids < 1 & 2 > sighted. Abilities unknown. Low risk detected. Approach if necessary.
Even being inhuman and somewhat of an oddity himself, Rhubarb knew enough about human norms to recognise that such pink hair was unusual. In little over a year, the time he'd been outside, he recognised that much. Was it something worth examining further...?
Perhaps not. There were products such as dye that could turn things unnatural colours, and it was usually a fashion statement--though he didn't particularly see any rational reason behind it. There were no real benefits, as far as he could tell. Maybe it was something a human ought to be interested in...?
Human this, human that. It would be nice if he could forget about it, but he was almost certain that his company were observing him. It was highly likely. Maybe enquiring about the woman's hair would be inappropriate, but surely a greeting could extend his runtime, somewhat?
"Good morning." A blank tone, blank phrase and blank expression. Huh... how do these things work?
