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Sweeney: "I'm just stressed out."
Sweeney: "Nothing, love."
Sweeney: Sighs, and counts to 10, calming himself down.
Sweeney: Its not like I purposely do. When I marry someone, and I love them, sometimes when they think, I can hear them.
Sweeney: Thinks to her. Melodie Raine Todd. Do not doubt yourself. You are beautiful. I love you so very much.
Sweeney: Nods.
Ivory: "It's okay." Speaking quickly. "Can we get ready, now?"
Ivory: Blushes slightly, touching cheek.
Sweeney: "Hm?"
Ivory: Chuckles timidly.
Sweeney: Smiles.
Ivory: "Wait, why are you following me? I don't know where we're going."
Ivory: "Oh... Durrell, if I'm correct." Begins walking.
Sweeney: Runs to her and hugs her.
Ivory: Puts down sketch book, and slowly walks towards him.
Sweeney: Hears Melodie, and quickly runs toward her.
(Ohsnay.) Ivory: Looks up from sketch book. "Yes?"
(Okay~) Durrell Rodgers 33 Forest green eyes, buff, fair skin, tall, spiky black hair, freckles, has a lip piercing and earring.
(:D YESSS. Do you want his looks? You can make them up, if you want. His personality too.)