01-21-2019, 02:54 AM
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  DMLE & DMACMooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
Posts: 7,953
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Brooks Robertser
Gryffindor Third Year |  Ern's Walmart Greeter
Little did Indigo know, but it was very like Eamon to run away in this sort of situation. Anything that ever involved... certain disclosed information... always put him in fight or flight mode. And unfortunately there had been a person who always seemed to receive the worse of the two whenever that instinct came up. Something that Eamon was desperately trying to work on, making some real progress here, it seemed. So, thanks Indigo.
Did he? The seventh year pulled his coat around tighter, a little chill starting to work it's way up him. Or maybe these were nerves. He could never tell anymore being in a constant state of... something. Pressure? Sure. "Sure.. um.... left?"
He casually shoulder nudged the other boy in that direction.
__________________ 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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