by tavros. » Mon Jan 07, 2013 5:46 am
Michael smiled, running his fingers through Alex's soft hair. He pulled the blanket up again, around Alex's shoulders, and drifted back to sleep.
Penelope blushed, "I doubt it. This house doesn't even have a second floor," she laughed. "Uh, do you want something to drink?"
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VRISKA: What sort of hideous dimwitted 8aloney drivel are you spouting out your prattle socket this time?
TAVROS: wHAT i MEAN IS,
TAVROS: i *CONVINCED* THEM ALL TO JOIN ME, vRISKA,
TAVROS: uSING WORDS,
TAVROS: aND SMILES,
TAVROS: aND FRIENDSHIP, }:D
VRISKA: No...
TAVROS: nO?
VRISKA: NO........
TAVROS: bUT,
TAVROS: hAVE YOU CONSIDERED,
TAVROS: yES???
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