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(cashy my field now. Damn it)
-dips down so I can look at his face.- Nonsense. Let's get crackin (they can influence choices and are in touch with emotions. You can switch)
-whispers back- why are we whispering? And at dusk we are gonna have a fight.
Fat Red Doesn't tan Temper Friends with my ex Is weird His stomach is hard as a rock. Don't hit it
(yes. Profile. All fire slots are filled sorry) -sits in field braiding red feathers into Sophies hair-
I shalt describe him
-flies to top of lighthouse- All mofo angels my field now. NO EXCUSES
He scares me to
-grabs sophies hand.- Com'on
My dad says he knows yoh
For now let's have a fight. A element fight. Gather the angels! (this is when we get kicked out)
Nicole, Please answer these truthfully Are you short? Do you like KFC? Watermelons? my father?
No. We need a plan -I smirk and attempt to pull my hair out of my face but fail cus of the WiND!-
Or.... We can throw another party in the plaza!
Sophie... I really don't want my house on fire but.... Sleeping dude yes. Good plan
I have an alter ego
Ow! -the tornado rips a bit of skin off- One sec -go inside and put the tornado in a thick box then go back out-
Sophie there's a BIG difference between making this hell and disrupting peace
Especially that -points to sleeping weirdo-
I dont care. I'm in polygamy