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previously prettyboythief.
wardenofgrey-deactivated2015012 whispered: [hit on meme] "F-flynn?" the tiny elf mewled casting her biggest puppy dog eyes on the thief. "The air around this--" she emphasized exactly where the other person was standing, "is stagnant and I feel faint. Can we leave?" Jealousy never struck the elf before, it was quite a foreign emotions.
Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?
The turn toward the girl was slow, but he listened to what she was saying and then there was a brow raise as he glanced back at the other female. It was probably b e t t e r to leave, than to stand around and socialize, seeing as how she didn’t have any useable information for him. “–alright, we’ll go.”
When they were away from the villager, the elf was pulled aside and the thief pressed the back of his hand against her forehead, trying to check her temperature.
Send me the Mun’s reputation. I can’t comment, only post it. I’m gonna comment if I want to because rebel.
{ it’s on my list of places to visit before i die. do not worry, i shall rescue you from the dragon hiding in your castle and true love’s first kiss will cure whatever curse you are under. }
wardenofgrey-deactivated2015012 whispered: yo, you're my favorite flynn and sabine likes you. based on those merits.. --I lost track of my compliment.. You're awesome, bro.
Anonymously tell me why you roleplay or don’t roleplay with me.
{ i think you forgot because of what’s going on on s k y p e.
{—guilt poured off the tiny elf in waves of sorrow that forced her shoulders to hunch and her posture appear defeated. it had been the first time in so long that she had found a friend, but somehow she always managed to screw things up before they even began.
but as quick as the guilt crippled her was as quick as an idea, a brilliant and crazy idea broke its way out of her thick skull and found its way towards her lips. “I know all of the Merchants in the area,” she began, looking over at him with wide watering sapphire pools of misery and also, hope. hope that he would take her advice and she in turn would gain a friend. “We could go looking, yes?” —}
Go looking? That wasn’t even a question. Nor was there a doubt. They would. They had to.
Wait, they?
“Yes, someone needs to go looking for it, but that someone is me and does not include y o u. One man show, y'know how it goes.
–or maybe you don’t. Look, I don’t have time for this. I have to go.”
