[[- - Sawyer, yeah that's my name. What about it? - -
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[[" the simplest things in life, often lead to the greatest complications.
so if this is true, why do we bother to believe that things can come with ease?
or is this the illusion that we wish to see? do we blind ourselves in false hope? "]]
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[[" the simplest things in life, often lead to the greatest complications.
so if this is true, why do we bother to believe that things can come with ease?
or is this the illusion that we wish to see? do we blind ourselves in false hope? "]]
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Sawyer finally ended her laughter with a cheerful grin along with Christian's comment, tilting her head a tad at his statement. His expression kept altering emotions between mock annoyance, humor and mere laughter and she couldn't help but continue to smile at his statement. A moment later she couldn't help but laugh brightly once again, knowing that he was going to get tired of it sooner or later, but still his expressions alone were enough to make her laugh.
She shook her head as the laughter slowly faded, and she smiled once more as she glanced back at him finally. "S-sorry-" Her laughter still cluttered her voice quite a bit as she spoke, and after attempting to compose herself she spoke once more. "Sorry, I can't help it."
[[O . O . C . -- dum dee dum dum~
drawing on your wrist... Hm... well the most I've ever really had drawn on me was a bunch of writing on one ankle and a sharpie tattoo on the other. so, I don't think I could help much. D:]]
She shook her head as the laughter slowly faded, and she smiled once more as she glanced back at him finally. "S-sorry-" Her laughter still cluttered her voice quite a bit as she spoke, and after attempting to compose herself she spoke once more. "Sorry, I can't help it."
[[O . O . C . -- dum dee dum dum~
drawing on your wrist... Hm... well the most I've ever really had drawn on me was a bunch of writing on one ankle and a sharpie tattoo on the other. so, I don't think I could help much. D:]]