#peuvella

SICK RP STARTERS

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        Pathetic or not, Vent didn't really care about        her judgemental looks or thoughts. People        thought worse of him, considering the guy        was the god of the most hated animal of all.        It was only natural. So instead of considering        to give the girl malaria, with or without his         own teeth, he just buzzed in response, chest        vibrating. His nose twitched while he rubbed        his stomach. He felt incredibly nauseous.

Send me 'cuddle' for my muses reaction to yours suddenly sitting next to them and wrapping them up in a blanket.

That night, Claire knew that she had pushed herself way too far while training. She was starting to feel like dead weight to the organization. Her own assumption was further from the truth since she was still contributing in her own way, but to her, she felt like she needed to get stronger and still perform as a protector. She had gotten out of the room and only managed to catch herself before sliding down the wall in pure exhaustion. She wondered how long she must have been sleeping there, for she saw silken locks of blond next to her while a single verdant eye was cast towards the director's form.

"Master Hellsing--? What are you doing here...?" Her voice was so hoarse from not nourishing herself. She still hadn't partook in consuming blood for she was still feebly trying to remain human-like, despite the dramatic change to her entire essence. "--Did I worry you?"

                 " Anyway, so that's why I think it's                     important that people get rid of all                     thezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz                                                   zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz                                                             zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... "

                        " ... i don't get it.. "

[ don't tell me how to live my life ]

Send me "What did you just call me?" and I will generate a number from 1-40 for what my muse will have called yours.