xD I've been up since 7am-- on friday. damned exams! keeping me up!
welll. love = luv = lurv (they all mean the same thing) i'm half-asleep as well. 8D
Phobia smiled. "I only have maybe 2 laces I ever thought of as home, or a comfy living space... and neither of them are in Gotham..." Phobia smiled fondly, thinking of a house with a large library... a swing on the porch... hands to hold her tiny self... a tree house.... the sunset.
Markie grinned. "That's fine with me. Place closes in about 30 minutes." Markie sighed mentally, making new friends was nice. At least she had someone to talk to. Te most she got out of her more mature customers was "Has business been doing well?" or "The place really has a shine to it" or a baffle of empty complements. Actually talking to someone was nice.
yersh. blush of doom. xD :bangbang: i submitted this poem in for my language arts class, actually. :D the teacher lurved it.
Markie smiled. "Must be very tiring going from place-to-place all day! And, I do own this cafe. During the day, I mostly get a couple collage kids, or business men trying to clear their heads." Marked grinned brightly. "On your deliveries, you can stop by here anytime-- if you'd like! The sound of people clacking away on lap-tops, or chatting into a phone is more lonely than it seems."
Markie made her cocoa, and came to sit back down next to Aiden. "So...what do ya do for a living? Obviously I run this cafe... but what about you?"
xD ed is not short! i am! :D wait.... D; dammit. ed wins in height, finally. :D
xD well, isn't that helpful? my friends tell me tell me to give up on my run-away plans-- but that doesn't stop me!
xD stories~~~ xD CtR CAN be scary, but she says i have spirit. ^^
Markie took out her baton. She waved it lightly and every word that had been said flung around. Markie sighed, and the sound turned into white noise.
i'm a sufferer. xD if anything, blood can be the perfect color! feel free to tell me your stories! ^^ (pm please, i dun want CtR to open a can of...
Markie smirked. She knew the proper answer to that. "Mine do." Markie smirked, and felt the words she just said fling around in the air a bit before cutting a near-by tree in two.
:bangbang: xD maybe. :D well- if it helps-- when my mother yells, the knife looks very kind. xD but since i've been emo-- self inflicted things...
