No! I'm okay, just wanted to say hi.
-❤️🩹
Oh. Okay. I am glad.
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Thank you. -hugs back-
*hug*
*hugs* hello.
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I am very tired. Alpine has been very ill.
*hug*
*hugs* hello.
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Hello!
-❤️🩹
Hello. Are you hurt?
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i want a cupcake too B)
I like cupcakes.
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*boop*
*blinks* hello there.
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*hug*
*hugs* hello.
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[A-stolen-legacy]
A young girl that looks suspiciously just like James comes over and hands you a cupcake.
"Happy birthday."
-squints-.... thank you. -takes cupcake-
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Happy birthday <3
Aw....thank you very much, Наталья.
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happy birthday:) *gives raccoon mug*
Oh.... thank you. -takes mug reverently-
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Thank you. I found they like crunchy things
Hi bb
Hello, Mars. -pats on head-
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"I will help you."
Vincent cautiously walked up to the door, and for a moment thinks about turning back. But he can't help himself, as this is the last option he can think of on his own. So he beats on the door. Holding his breath.
The Soldier raised his head from where he was making himself a grilled cheese sandwich, blinking owlishly for a moment. He frowned and turned off the stove top and set the pan aside before he went to the door, slowly gripping his gun, "....Who is it?"
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Okay. Do you want to help me feed my raccoons?
Hi bb
Hello, Mars. -pats on head-
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Boredom is terrible.
Hi bb
Hello, Mars. -pats on head-
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"If you would like me to, yes."
Vincent cautiously walked up to the door, and for a moment thinks about turning back. But he can't help himself, as this is the last option he can think of on his own. So he beats on the door. Holding his breath.
The Soldier raised his head from where he was making himself a grilled cheese sandwich, blinking owlishly for a moment. He frowned and turned off the stove top and set the pan aside before he went to the door, slowly gripping his gun, "....Who is it?"
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*is booped* I'm sorry.
Hi bb
Hello, Mars. -pats on head-
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"It is. I can help you?"
Vincent cautiously walked up to the door, and for a moment thinks about turning back. But he can't help himself, as this is the last option he can think of on his own. So he beats on the door. Holding his breath.
The Soldier raised his head from where he was making himself a grilled cheese sandwich, blinking owlishly for a moment. He frowned and turned off the stove top and set the pan aside before he went to the door, slowly gripping his gun, "....Who is it?"
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