Fear Itself (RP)

Storm: Aw, im sorry that you're tired, Sam. *purrs quietly*

 

Yeah, but the last level. I mean like endless hell. Or at least send that whore to hell...

 

-Sits on the grass- You're beautiful

 

"Why?" I arch an eyebrow.
Storm: *blushes slightly* You are too...

 

I swear that, that, sergeant manwhore is going to die...
-growls, wagging her tail-

 

(Lmao Bekkas pissed)

 

-Smiles and yawns- So Sl ee py

 

(Fail! )

 

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(Lols! )

 

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(Well I fail at life...I just tripped over...A pillow...I do not know how that happened)

 

(Change that to

( So... -Yawns- Sleepy... )

 

(Lol)

 

Storm: *:3* *Pulls her closer* just rest, sweet…
I smirk. "Oh, sergeant manwhöre strikes again."

 

"Not just a manwhore, a jackass!"

 

(My sisters reading this and she's like "Opal yur characters theme song should be Can't Touch This")

 

"Meh. Bekka, you do realize, I don't care, right?" I smirk.
( she's talking to evil/friendly raven )

 

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Sits at the lake daydreaming