08-26-2018, 02:49 AM
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| Mooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
Posts: 7,950
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Brooks Robertser
Gryffindor Third Year |  he's apologizing to both of your girls <3 Ern's Walmart Greeter
G R O W L.
Eamon's eyes shifted to his stomach as he appeared at the edge of the line, hands rushing to cover his stomach like that of a pregnant woman as if that would take back the noise that already occurred. His chin rose back up, sheepish smile there to meet it and anyone who's eyes were already on him. Heh.
"M'orry" what? Was that even a word? He swallowed hard, cheeks getting redder by the moment and tried again. "Sorry,"
Eyes darting around in light embarrassment, they found something... wandering... and... fluffy?
"I like your kneazles."
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________
_____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine
__________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e |
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