Cocohints

Ummm are you emo?

? I don't have purple hair. I'm just like the person in my Avi.

Wah! *jumps away and then stays a few feet away* Jeez and I thought 4 masters were enough.

Pyro is my master and I'm her kitty. :3

Hi! *meows* It was great playing with you in the Deathnote game.

Nothing in yellow...hmm... I wonder...

:pirate:...close enough, lol.

Coco is just too lovely :3

He really does <3

I shall save him from that evil witch :ninjacat:

Do the loco coco.
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HAPPY 27th BIRTHDAY!

OSWALLLLLLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD ;_;

I will not stop doing that until I have him back :>

CocoCocoCoco!!!! A Message for you lul :3

I be squishable <33

D: you have that awesome pic in your albums that is awesome *stares at it* so adorably cute D:

Just keep staring at the shiny circle....:sly:

Cocobeanz is awesome <3

Very well, what smiley is appropriate then?

Agreed, and what better way than to say:

:sparta:

Once apon a time there lived a wee bonnie, purple haired lass from the lands of Vikings. She was a very cheerful lass, always drawin' pictures of cute, cuddly thin's.

One day, the wee purple haired lass went for a walk in the forest but soon lost her way. Scared n' alone she wandered aimlessly, tryin' her hardest to retrace her steps. Rustlin' from a bush startled her. The wee lass flinched when a wee, plump orange rolled by sayin', "I'm late, i'm late. I'm so very very late!", continuin' to roll without noticin' her. Curiosity was always a weakness for the purple headed one n' so she followed the orange. She was forced to run just to keep the fruit in sight; somethin' that she swore she would never do again after the "cat incident". The wee orange disappeared as it rolled into a bush, but she was hot on it's trail, jumpin' head first into the bush where she seemed to continue fallin' n' fallin'. Her surroundin's were unusual. Huge cups of coffee watched as she floated down, coaxin' her to have a sip of their essence.

After what seemed like eternity ground was finally in sight. Her feet gently touched a wooden floor, securin' her a soft landin'. Somethin' bright whizzed by her, sendin' her into a spin n' landin' on her toosh.
"I'm late, i'm oh so ever late!" It was the orange. There was somethin' different 'bout it but the Viking decendant couldn't quite place her finger on it. She watched as the orange ran by with it's hair trailin' behind. "Runnin'?!" she thought. Somehow the orange grew a body. "How bizarre". She picked herself up n' followed. The orange ran for some time. Clearly it was a champ in long distant runnin'. It finally stopped at a wee, run-down cottage that it entered. The bonnie lass stopped at the door; slighty tentative to enter. Musterin' up the courage she reached for the door, flexin' her fingres before wrappin' 'em 'round the handle. She pushed the door open. A bright light dazed her for a moment as she walked in. Her foot steps echoed on what seemed to be a marble floor. She rubbed her eyes till she regained her sight. A gaint wooden structure towered infront of her. "Funny lookin' tree" she said aloud. She turned to survey her surroundin's. she wished she hadn't as a spider half the size of her walked by. Her face went paler, somethin' that was thought impossible. She turned back again to face the wooden structure, tiltin' her head back as far as she could. It was a chair...a VERY big chair. The ground 'round her began to quake. She darted over to the massive hair n' hid behind the closest leg. The tremors became more violent n' boomin' thuds followed. She nailed her eyes shut. After it seemed like the thunder n' quakes were directly on top of her they ceased, followin' up with a deep creakin' sound. She opened her eyes to investigate, but there was nothin'. She took serveral steps back til she hurt a wall. Her hand grabbed onto the wall behind her; noticin' it felt too soft to be a wall. Somethin' behind her rubbed against her back, somethin' soft. Without thinkin' she spung 'round, starrin' into a pinky, white flesh wall of a foot. The toes curled in n' out randomly. This was what had been rubbin' against her. Perhaps it's 'cause of her purple hair, but the wee lass felt it was required to stroke the foot. The foot jerked as she stroked it. A deafin' laugh came from above. The foot jerked too hard n' knocked the wee lass on her back. A large objected crashed near her, nearly squashin' her. She rose to her hands n' knees n' gazed at the large objected. It was roughly the same size of her! Runnin' away was all she could think 'bout at that moment. As she rose to her feet the awkward feelin' that she was not alone consumed her. Sweat trickled down her forehead as a powerful breathe blew 'round her. Shakingly, she turned 'round, lookin' into the face of...


*phones rings*

Dang it!

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*sleeps in your profile*

Coco. lol.

I wuv coco :3