(I've been revising all day Dad was just about to leave to pick mum up from work and he calls be to the kitchen, dumps a set of chores on me whch he should have earlier that needed to be done before mum came home I did it, okay
Now everyone's home and he wants me and my sister to clean part of the kitchen, declutter everything so it's all nice and neat, and to wash everything I complained because my first exam is on Thursday and dad goes on and on and then had the cheek to say that it was a pity that I wasn't into revising the othe day when he caught me napping when he thought I was hard at work I was tired and I never ever nap He's the one sitting infront of the computer all day Granted, he works on the computer but most of the time he is watching football or storage wars or something Other times he decides to lay on his bed watching football on his iPad and he has the gall to have a go at me! But no, nothing is ever his fault Then my sister was making a half assed attempt at cleaning then she sat down and I told her to continue working and then she says 'does this face look like it cares' and my mum, instead of telling her to work, laughs I am so so so pisse off This isn't the only reason But once I go to uni I'm not looking back Hell, even if I don't get in I'm off)
(I complain about my dad... Like, a lot Money is all that matters to him and he lectures and lectures and lectures and pushes and pushes and pushes He contributed to me being put off being a vet, he put my sister off salon services, saying only thick people take it
And the worrying thing is.. Mum says I'm like him.. That's what I fear I don't think money is the biggest factor I don't want a big house I want a small cottage I would never put my kids off what they want todo I wouldn't put them off whatever belief system they choose to follow, which dad is trying to do to me..)
(*hugs Chloe tightly* You are a wonderful person. You are not lazy and you do work when work needs to be done. You save up and work for your money so that you can do the things you want to do. You have clear goals in life and have planned your path. You are stubborn. You are determined. You are sometimes quick to anger. You have a strong moral compass and strong views.
You are amazing, and you are you. You don't have to worry about becoming him, you just need to make sure you keep doing what you think is best and try not to be selfish. Don't intentionally avoid becoming your dad, just continue being who you are and you'll make it to where you are meant to be. Don't worry sis.)
Firstly No one is ever truly bad or truly good, and most tra it's have a good side and a bad side (for example, people who aRe impressively determined can also be anoting stubborn). Despite the fact you dislike a lot about your dad, it is easily possible for you to share similarities with him without being someone you deem dislikeable.
Secondly, if you truly don't want to be like that and you try to avoid it, you're not going to ever be like that unless a) you're astonishingly blind or b) you change your mind somewhere down the road. If the former, being like your dad is a more comparatively minor issue, but dw because I know you and you're not like that. If the latter, it'll be okay. When the time comes it'll make sense.
Thirdly, I'm sure your dad isn't as bad as all that. :)
*Pets Chloe's head* Your dad sounds similar to mine, and so I can empathize with you. For what it's worth, Otis totally okay to want to never go back- we support you
Heyyyyy today my mum went to play bingo with work Like I mean, proper bingo in a huge hall full of several hundred people She says she was actually scares of winning coz she'd have to yell "House!" in a room full of several hundred people But anyway The guy who was the bingo caller had a speech impediment!! Omj Like Omj I mean If you're a bingo caller, it doesn't matter what qualifications you have or whether you're in a wheelchair or even if you're missing all your arms and legs ALL you need to be able to do is call out numbers And he couldn't do that Omj
@Jai: *hugs* It'll be okay. :) Maybe take a break and come back to geography revision later tonight?
Ashlea: They won't come back for me.. People don't do that with me. *blinks, her entire body language changing as though she's suddenly had a switch flipped to change it* *or as though she's remembered she's the happy one* But that's because they're busy. They'll come back when they're feeling better. *smiles*
(The count is messing with my head. He's lovely and generous. But he doesn't understand that the staff he has aren't pets and he treats them wrong because of it.)
(*browses Pinterest * 'Do not speak of religion, until you've tasted love on the lips of a pagan, and heard them moan the names of all the gods you refuse to believe in'- H.D Johnson
Ashlea: Well, until next time *smiles and waves, walking out*
Michael: My parents and younger brother, they were killed while I slept. It was rather a messy death, and not one to talk of in detail when in polite company.
i dont wanna completely break character and say who dis is outright, but jai knows, so u can email her to ask if she's ok w/ that and if u rlly wanna know
Ashlea: *walks until she reaches 'their tree'* *reaches into the roots, taking out the gift Leri gave her, a small version of their tree* *presses the button and studies the hologram of them both* *holds it tightly and climbs into the branches*
Knowing him, he's not even dead. He just did this to make a nuisance.
Aren't you being a little...harsh?
*She jumps, unaware her walkie talkie was on*
Fuck! Don't do that!
No, I'm not harsh. He was a freaking lunatic. He probably went off on a quest to find the majestic ice weasels of Arizona or something. I doubt that his death is the sort of thing that requires my expertise.
(I shit you not But a squirrel came right up to our house whilst me and dad watched it It went right up to my patio doors and tried to jump through them, thinking it was all open A squirrel tried to get in my house! )
Michael: You wouldn't slap a hound, that's how you lose a hand. I used to help with my fathers hounds. Usually just a tap on the nose with newspaper would work, or spraying them with water and harsh words. Granted these aren't hounds and I only suggest different methods should you wish to listen.
(Advice from a tree: Stand tall and proud Go out on a limb Remember your roots Drink plenty of water Be content with your natural beauty Enjoy the view)
Michael: *sits on his bed and closes his eyes* *hes been experimenting in the time he wasn't with Alys* *mist slowly swirls around him and then it swirls in the basement rapidly*
(Me: *finds something I want for my birthday* oh.. But I won't be allowed that... Mum: what is it? Me: *shows her a picture of a cape on eBay Mum: fuck no Me: ;-;)
Michael: *clenches his fists, starting to sweat heavily* *a very small fox runs out of the mist, perching on Alys knee* *a quiet voice speaks from it* Are you okay?
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*curls up, sobbing*
Ibku; *nurses baby Cole to sleep*
*tucks the older kids in their bed*
*ears the sobs and goes back to her room*
Ashlea: *has a broken arm and a broken leg*
*is miserable*
*and guilty*
Inky: can.. Can you make it to the bed..?
Ashlea: Take me to the hospital..
Inky: *pcks her up and places her on the bed*
*activates sigils* this bed is better..
Ashlea: *flinches at her touch*
*curls up, shaking*
Inky: I'm sorry about my husband..
(The version of like a virgin in moulin rouge.. XD )
Ashlea: *her voice is so broken*
I'm s-sorry.. I h-hurt-t yo-ou..
Inky: it's okay sweetie *holds her to her chest and strokes er head* it wasn't you.. I realised
Ashlea: *sobs against her shirt, hugging her tightly*
I-I could-dn't s-stop-p a-and you n-nearl-ly..
Inky: but here I am.. It's okay.. Now shhh ... The children are asleep
Ashlea: *sniffles*
S-sor-rry.. I'll sh-shush..
(Nice DP)
(Nice wha?)
Inky: there we go.. Do you want a snack?
(Display picture.)
Ashlea: *shakes her head*
N-no..
(Ohhhh thank you ^.^ I liked the snap chat effect xD )
Inky: you must be tired.. Sleep here tonight..
( :)
Ashlea: N-No..
Inky: do you have a home?
Ashlea: I.. Have a t-tree..
Inky: you should stay here... Atleast for the night so I can keep an eye on you...
Ashlea: *sniffles*
B-but if L-Leri goes to the t-tree.. I've been away too long already ..
Inky: I'm sure Lerinwould wait for your return...
Ashlea: No..
Inky: what if they come after you again?
Noelle s 17 :)
they stared in disbelief, but it was actually the truth
Congratulations, my dear Noelle.
:)
Thank you ducky
*Runs at him and leaps*
*Wants him to catch her but is rather large, so*
*Maybe not*
*of course he will catch her, and he'll spin her in a circle before he sets her down* I hope you've had a lovely day, my pet. I am so proud of you.
*He won't be able to set her down because she wraps her legs around him, like a little monkey* *Nuzzles his shoulder* I did it!
*strokes her hair, and holds her, then* You did, and I'm so happy for you. *hugs*
*Gives him a teeny tiny kissie on the neck*
Yes
Noelle almost didn't make it through the year but ducky helped
congrats noelle :D
Noelle is 17?
Noelle can legally do magic outside of Hogwarts
Zaf XD
if ur reading this im prolly dead but mby not idk cuz i wrote this while i wasnt ded obv
they told the truth u know
about the wombats
u have 2 believe them
the iceberg situation has ben resolved now but there r gonna b more so b ready plz + dont die
kthxbai
I try :P
*kisses her in return* I'm overjoyed that you made it, and I'm so glad that I was able to help. I owe you my existence, and I love you dearly.
*waves to Alice*
Hey crazy one if you're around
Hello. I Msd, but may be here for a bit.
cut the cord
r we human
or r we dancer?
my sign is vital
my hands r cold
and im on my knees
looking 4 the answer
r we human
or r we dancer?
(I need tea -_-)
*kissie kissie kissie* Of course, duck
*kisses* I adore you.
:D
*Loves his love and affection and hordes it*
*Evil laughter*
@Chloe: Dammit, you made me want tea now. :P
(My family can just... Piss off *chcks book at the door*)
(I've been revising all day
Dad was just about to leave to pick mum up from work and he calls be to the kitchen, dumps a set of chores on me whch he should have earlier that needed to be done before mum came home
I did it, okay
Now everyone's home and he wants me and my sister to clean part of the kitchen, declutter everything so it's all nice and neat, and to wash everything
I complained because my first exam is on Thursday and dad goes on and on and then had the cheek to say that it was a pity that I wasn't into revising the othe day when he caught me napping when he thought I was hard at work
I was tired and I never ever nap
He's the one sitting infront of the computer all day
Granted, he works on the computer but most of the time he is watching football or storage wars or something
Other times he decides to lay on his bed watching football on his iPad and he has the gall to have a go at me!
But no, nothing is ever his fault
Then my sister was making a half assed attempt at cleaning then she sat down and I told her to continue working and then she says 'does this face look like it cares' and my mum, instead of telling her to work, laughs
I am so so so pisse off
This isn't the only reason
But once I go to uni I'm not looking back
Hell, even if I don't get in I'm off)
(I complain about my dad... Like, a lot
Money is all that matters to him and he lectures and lectures and lectures and pushes and pushes and pushes
He contributed to me being put off being a vet, he put my sister off salon services, saying only thick people take it
And the worrying thing is.. Mum says I'm like him.. That's what I fear
I don't think money is the biggest factor
I don't want a big house
I want a small cottage
I would never put my kids off what they want todo
I wouldn't put them off whatever belief system they choose to follow, which dad is trying to do to me..)
(Will I change to be that person I complain so much about?)
(*hugs Chloe tightly* You are a wonderful person. You are not lazy and you do work when work needs to be done. You save up and work for your money so that you can do the things you want to do. You have clear goals in life and have planned your path.
You are stubborn.
You are determined.
You are sometimes quick to anger.
You have a strong moral compass and strong views.
You are amazing, and you are you. You don't have to worry about becoming him, you just need to make sure you keep doing what you think is best and try not to be selfish.
Don't intentionally avoid becoming your dad, just continue being who you are and you'll make it to where you are meant to be.
Don't worry sis.)
*shakes head and curls up in blanket*
Firstly
No one is ever truly bad or truly good, and most tra it's have a good side and a bad side (for example, people who aRe impressively determined can also be anoting stubborn). Despite the fact you dislike a lot about your dad, it is easily possible for you to share similarities with him without being someone you deem dislikeable.
Secondly, if you truly don't want to be like that and you try to avoid it, you're not going to ever be like that unless a) you're astonishingly blind or b) you change your mind somewhere down the road. If the former, being like your dad is a more comparatively minor issue, but dw because I know you and you're not like that. If the latter, it'll be okay. When the time comes it'll make sense.
Thirdly, I'm sure your dad isn't as bad as all that. :)
Or listen to Jai instead. :P What she wrote was much better.
(*hugs Jai and Star* thank you two
He just.. Makes my blood boil at times)
*nods* yeah . . . I get ya.
But tis okay. :)
*Pets Chloe's head* Your dad sounds similar to mine, and so I can empathize with you. For what it's worth, Otis totally okay to want to never go back- we support you
(*hugs back*
..I should be doing geography..
But..
I'm just..
So..
Tired..
But..
The exam is tomorrow..
But I'm exhausted..)
(Thank you Noelle ^.^ *offers hugs*)
(Good luck Jai.. *hugs*)
(*hides from revision*
*curls up against Chloe*
*mumbles about case studies*)
(*hugs* I shouldn't really promote this mind set, but I managed to revise the night before for all my gcse exams and I didn't do too badly..)
(*hugs back tightly*
I hate it..)
(You'll ace it)
(Hate them all..)
Heyyyyy today my mum went to play bingo with work
Like I mean, proper bingo in a huge hall full of several hundred people
She says she was actually scares of winning coz she'd have to yell "House!" in a room full of several hundred people
But anyway
The guy who was the bingo caller had a speech impediment!!
Omj
Like
Omj
I mean
If you're a bingo caller, it doesn't matter what qualifications you have or whether you're in a wheelchair or even if you're missing all your arms and legs
ALL you need to be able to do is call out numbers
And he couldn't do that
Omj
@Jai: *hugs* It'll be okay. :) Maybe take a break and come back to geography revision later tonight?
srry if i annoyed u all <3
(Question: abacus, have you been here before?)
ya
its been a whole since i was actually an annoying n00b tho + i never talked like dis
(Who were you?)
who do u think? im kinda curious tbh
also msd
(I don't know... I thought maybe FERA because of the spelling, no offence )
(*hugs Chloe*
*puppy dog eyes*)
(Rp? +hugs Jai*)
(*hugs back and nods, smiling*)
Ashlea: They won't come back for me.. People don't do that with me.
*blinks, her entire body language changing as though she's suddenly had a switch flipped to change it*
*or as though she's remembered she's the happy one*
But that's because they're busy. They'll come back when they're feeling better.
*smiles*
Michael: *stumbles to the dinner table, smiling*
Inky; oh.. You are always welcome here,..
Alyc: *follows behind quietly*
Count: I was just about to send for you
Ashlea: Thank you
*smiles*
I'll be sure to remember that.
Michael: Apologies, I was.. Preoccupied.
*grins*
Inky : that's okay.. Food?
Count : *pulls a chair out for him* food will be ready now
Ashlea: I'm okay thank you! I really do have to get back.
*smiles*
Michael: *slumps into his chair*
Thanks mate. You've a beautiful house and very... Intriguing staff too.
Inky: sure?
Count: intriguing ? Not really, anyone with the money buys them. They're only animals, pets
You have to have a firm grip on them
Ashlea: Yup!
Michael: *grins*
As a poor unfortunate soul I wouldn't really know.
*chuckles*
I've never bad a pet
Inky: if you're sure...
Count: I shall give you money to go to the next market if you want
Ashlea: I am thank you
Michael: Oh I couldn't accept, you've already been so generous.
Inky: you are welcome to stay..
Count; I insist...
Ashlea: *pats her arm gently*
I wouldn't want to wake the kids.
Michael: Honestly I couldn't.
*pours himself a flute of orange juice*
*raises the glass*
To the generosity of the gentleman opposite me.
Inky: they'll be fine
Count; you are too kind *drinks*
*food appears on the table*
haha no offense taken
im not fera
actually im writing like dis bc its as unlike normal me as possible
its rlly liberating
i should prolly stop tho
(The count is messing with my head.
He's lovely and generous.
But he doesn't understand that the staff he has aren't pets and he treats them wrong because of it.)
(Clue to who you are?)
(People tend to be like that Jai )
Ashlea: Trust mme, it's fine.
Michael: *sips his drink*
*picks up the correct knife and fork*
Inky; okay then..
Alys: *is silent*
Count: you seem to know etiquette ... How did you end up in the woods, penniless? *also picks up the right fork and knife*
Ashlea: Thank you for the offer.
Michael: *starts cutting up his meat*
Through unfortunate death.
(Nonononononope sword guy)
(Sword guy is not drill guy..)
(**now drill guy.)
Inky: *smiles* anytime
Count; how tragic!
Ashlea: *smiles back*
Thank you.
Michael: Indeed.
*eats a reasonable sized bite*
(?)
(BGT)
Inky. so do you know your way from here? Do you want me to accompany you?
Count: I guess my parents met an unfortunate end too. Carriage accident
Ashlea: I'm sure I'll be fine finding my way, it's only the woods.
Michael: I'm sorry to hear that, I hope they weren't in much pain.
Inky: okay..
Count; death was instant...
(*browses Pinterest *
'Do not speak of religion, until you've tasted love on the lips of a pagan, and heard them moan the names of all the gods you refuse to believe in'- H.D Johnson
Hmmm, never heard that before)
Ashlea: *smiles and walks towards the door*
Michael: At least there's that then
(Great Dane)
(That.. Is a very strange quote..)
Inky: *follows her to the door*
Count: what about yours?
(Great Dane?
It is.. Pinterest is weird)
Ashlea: Well, until next time
*smiles and waves, walking out*
Michael: My parents and younger brother, they were killed while I slept. It was rather a messy death, and not one to talk of in detail when in polite company.
u wanted a clue??
i dont wanna completely break character and say who dis is outright, but jai knows, so u can email her to ask if she's ok w/ that and if u rlly wanna know
Inky: *smiles* okay *waits till she goes out of sight*
Count: that is terrible
Ashlea: *walks until she's out of sight..*
*and drops all pretense of a happy presence*
swallows back her tears*
Michael: They never caught the killer.
Inky: *shifts and starts following silently*
Count; may I offer my deepest condolences
(Okay Abacus ^.^)
Ashlea: *walks until she reaches 'their tree'*
*reaches into the roots, taking out the gift Leri gave her, a small version of their tree*
*presses the button and studies the hologram of them both*
*holds it tightly and climbs into the branches*
Michael: Thank you.
*continues eating*
Yes Noelle is sad again
Feel better soon, Noelle.
Inky; *catches up*
Alys; *looks down*
Count: foxy, you may go bak to the kitchen now
(*offers Noelle a hug*)
Ashlea: *curls up in the branches, hugging her tree tightly, sniffling*
Michael: *glances at her*
:/
Noelle is going to go curl up with daddy
(Want to talk about it Noelle?)
Inky; *shyfts into human form and walks up to the tree* oh dear..
Alys: n no...
Count: what do you mean, no?
(Okay)
Ashlea: *looks down quickly*
*pulls a grin onto her face, laughing slightly, sniffling*
*happy tears*
*totally*
Michael: *stares down at his food, focusing on what is happening*
*Cecie is shopping for pretty dresses--so not her style*
*she's supposed to wear pale pink, which is not black, nor is it burgundy, nor is it purple, nor is it navy*
*she's found a semi-tolerable dress that's pink with black embellishments. The skirt also has enough extra material that she could add pockets*
*her phone buzzes and she looks at it, muttering to herself*
Ugh, that stupid Asparagusav. Why'd he have to go and die before I could try this on?
*She stalks off, boots clacking, even on the carpet*
*the store clerks look at each other, relieved that none of them had to be the customer service agent to deal with someone like that*
Inky; you aren't foolin me
Alys: I w won't be pushed about any m more
Count: *stands up and bangs the tabld* insolence! *goes over, hand raised to hit her*
(abacus: good 4 u)
In of for the night bye
Ashlea: *smiles down at her*
Hmm?
Michael: *stands up quickly*
Wait!
(Nos da Chloe)
*on the phone*
Hey bro, I was called to a case. Either you or your fiancée finds the dress, or I wear one of my black ones.
*she hangs up before he can reply*
Knowing him, he's not even dead. He just did this to make a nuisance.
Aren't you being a little...harsh?
*She jumps, unaware her walkie talkie was on*
Fuck! Don't do that!
No, I'm not harsh. He was a freaking lunatic. He probably went off on a quest to find the majestic ice weasels of Arizona or something. I doubt that his death is the sort of thing that requires my expertise.
Au contraire, ma chère Cécile
You call me that again, I bash your fucking brains out with a chisel. Asshole.
(Bye Chloe.)
No
Just
:/
i wish i had friends
*curls up with Noelle* I'm sorry...
:(
*Balls up*
*Feels like crying but can't because her family is nearby*
*feels like falling into bad habits*
I'm sorry, my dearest friend- all I can ask is that you try your best to take care of yourself. I love you so dearly.
:/
*Wraps in a burrito blankie*
Noelle just binge ate so much food
Noelle hates her body
*hugs Noelle*
:(
Derek, I'm not sure if you'll see this as it is quite far back, but I'm sorry about your kitty :(((((
RIP Pooper.
*will definitely snuggle her kitties for you tonight, even though you tweeted that a while ago*
(We are having carpet in our living room after three years of not having floor!!)
(Sand today is my brothers audition for his schools play
He is auditioning for Charlie in Charlie and the chocolate factory)
(I shit you not
But a squirrel came right up to our house whilst me and dad watched it
It went right up to my patio doors and tried to jump through them, thinking it was all open
A squirrel tried to get in my house! )
(-waddles on-)
(*hugs*)
(*hugs back* Hey sis)
(Hoes you?
Sorry, got absorbed by my new ab challenge app)
(Ab challenge app?
Exhausted, you?)
(Ive decided to get an app that tells me what exercise to do everyday
I'm alright ^.^)
(What is it called?
Good)
So let me get this straight: Before Abacus died he went around babbling about wombats and trying to steal people's faces? That's so helpful.
(30 days an
It's got a green woman on the thumbnail )
*30 days ab
(That is correct Cecie.
Okay, danke)
(Ts okay ^.^)
ya cecie
the stuff bout the wombats was all true
u have to stop them 4 me
What the fuck?
I have to deal with an obnoxious ghost now too?
*sighs and speaks through gritted teeth*
Okay, what about the wombats is true?
(Poor unfortunate Cecie..
Rp Chloe?)
(Sure thang sis ^.^?
Ashlea: *smiles down at her*
Hmm?
Michael: *stands up quickly*
Wait!
Inky: I know you're upset
Count; why?
Ashlea: I don't know what you're talking about.
Michael: *thinks very quickly*
I mean um it's so.. inhumane to hit animals..
Inky; pull
Count: she disobeyed me, she needs to learn
Ashlea: I'm fine
*smile*
Michael: You wouldn't slap a hound, that's how you lose a hand. I used to help with my fathers hounds. Usually just a tap on the nose with newspaper would work, or spraying them with water and harsh words. Granted these aren't hounds and I only suggest different methods should you wish to listen.
Inky: *tilts head* not
Count: what do you suggest?
Ashlea: I am, honest.
Michael: Reduce her food slightly for her next meal and perhaps squirt her with water.
Inky: se my ears? They detect lies
Count: you think this will work?
Ashlea: Ears can't do that..
*sounds unsure*
Michael: I do, some animals just don't respond well to training via more physical punishment but thrive when their food is forfeit.
Inky; not directly, but it can pick up your breathing, your heart racing
Count: your right, foxy you will go tonight without your supper
Ashlea: I'm just happy!
Michael: *looks apologetically at Alys*
(*hugs Jai*)
Inky: you aren't, ice seen you cry
Alys: *looks at michael*
Count: now go to the basement foxy
Alys; *starts to leave*
(*hugs back*)
Ashlea: Cry from joy!
Michael: *watches her*
*relaxes slightly*
Inky; what reason do you have to be crying of joy?
Alys; *leaves*
Count: you have a way with animals
Ashlea: Just.. The day Leri gave me this.. Was the happiest day of my life so far.
Michael: Thank you.
Inky: and that is why you just suddenly started crying?
Count: *stands up* well now I shall retire to bed.. Do you need escorting to your room?
(Advice from a tree:
Stand tall and proud
Go out on a limb
Remember your roots
Drink plenty of water
Be content with your natural beauty
Enjoy the view)
(That tree is very smart.)
Ashlea: Yes
Michael: I'll find my own way thank you.
(It is ^.^)
Inky: my spidey senses tell me you lie
Count: very well
(I like that tree)
Ashlea: what is there to be sad about?
Michael: *smiles*
Thank you, count.
(Twas something I found on Pinterest)
Inky: what just happened... Being lonely..
Count; that's okay, Mr...?
(Pinterest is wise)
Ashlea: I'm not lonely!
Michael: Call me Michael. And don't worry, I'll be out of your hair by tomorrow afternoon.
(It's great *.^)
Inky: aren't you?
Count: take as much time as you need
Ashlea: Of course not. I have Leri! And Nessie.
Michael: Thank you. Sleep well sir count.
Inky: where are they?
Count; you too Sir Michael
Ashlea: Leri is away on important work and Nessie is traveling.
Michael: *goes up to his room*
Inky: how long have they been away?
Count: *retires to bed with the snow leopard, his favourite*
Ashlea: Not long..
Michael: *i sure hope the snow leopard is okay with that*
*goes to his room*
Inky: how long is that?
Count; *she doesn't mind, he treats er good*
Ashlea: I can't remember.
Michael: *sits on his bed and closes his eyes*
*hes been experimenting in the time he wasn't with Alys*
*mist slowly swirls around him and then it swirls in the basement rapidly*
Inky: you're lonely...
Alys; *sits up*
*everyone else up an about, getting ready for the night*
(Me: *finds something I want for my birthday* oh.. But I won't be allowed that...
Mum: what is it?
Me: *shows her a picture of a cape on eBay
Mum: fuck no
Me: ;-;)
Ashlea: I am not.
Michael: *clenches his fists, starting to sweat heavily*
*a very small fox runs out of the mist, perching on Alys knee*
*a quiet voice speaks from it*
Are you okay?
Inky: *raises an eyebrow*
Alys; oh.. H hi... I'm fine thank you...
Ashlea: I'm not!
*smiles*
I love waiting for them to come back.
Michael: *the fox nods*
Can't do this for long. Waiting for the count to sleep. Get those who want to leave ready. I'll be staying behind.
Inky: all alone?
Alys: s staying behind?
Ashlea: Yeah
Michael: *fox speaking*
Until tomorrow afternoon, maybe longer, to avoid suspicion.
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