been a little busy, you?
Till we meet again, I suppose.
says you....................
so the legends go.
The word wow spilled out of the nobodies mouth acompanied by streams of blood along with a few of his favorite teeth. Tenderly, he rubbed his cloaks sleeve across his bleeding lips. Lifting the sullied fabric over his head, the nobody watched as the crimson liquid rushed down the onyx vinyl as is refused to be taken within the clothes pores. What should he be feeling now? Happyness, joy, anger, rage, sadness, He did not know. Closing his eyes, the nobody focused on himself, peering inward on himself. He searched and searched, but all he found was the dull pulse called pain.
I am? well that's a relief.
*huggles* what's wrong?
yeah, I don't like the thought of being in a dress either.
congradulations.
not really. now I have to try cloths on for a wedding. again, I'm sorry.
Well I don't the sounds are mixt's bombs so we'll wait for him to post.
wow. sounds like a guilty person
what's your friend's name?
Slowly, Gendran stood up, snapping and cracking from stiffness. "Sorry Fiachra, but they don't really care around here. Suddenly, he heard explosions down a hallway. "What was that?
yeah, I just hate making people wait.
in a half hour I have to lay down for a bit. I'm very sorry.
no waffle iron?
waffle iron.
yeah, it's kinda weird.
our autum is really cold and dry
