Creei
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- Posted: Wed, 17 Oct 2012 12:14:58 +0000
GarryxChronosxFitzgerald
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⇢ e ve r xfe e l xlik e xyou're xholdin' xin 。。。
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tab tab tab 。。。the xold xyou xthat xwas xyounger xthe n ?
tab tab tab tab tab tab ↳❪ixfe e l xya'❫
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⇥Crazy xdemands xlik e xe ve ryday。。。 ↴
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。。。you're xturnin' xin xe arly xon xthe xwe e k e nds !
tab tab tab tab ⇣⇣ se e msxlik e xyou're xlosin' ↘
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab xwhat xyou xtold xyourself。。。
tab ❝。。。you xwould xNE VE R xGIVE xUP !❞
➜Soxcaughtxin xthe xℍ 𝕐 ℙ 𝔼xof xmaking xa xlivin' 。。。
。。。that xyou xforgot xto x𝕃 𝕀 𝕍 𝔼 xyourxlife . ←
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tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab WELL xGUESS xWHAT!?
- Garry watched her with a puzzled expression. Something seemed, odd here. Well, despite the obvious. The male figured he was just seeing things, it was late, and all of this still needed to sink in. Ember's comment caused a laugh to erupt from his vocals. "I see. That's a pretty vague critique, but I'll take it." Garry yawned and stretched in his chair. His gaze drifted towards the clock on his his desk, it was so late already. Time just decided to dissolve away today, he honestly didn't even feel it. "I have nothing for you to do at the moment. It's actually pretty late, so I'm gunna' crash." He stood from his chair, unsure of what to really do with her at this point.
Garry ran a hand through his soft amethyst locks, walking over towards the bathroom and changing in there for her sake. His sleeping attire was rather mundane, just a regular shirt and pants. Just because he was a model, didn't mean he dressed like one at home. It was mostly for show when he went out, because he was pretty known. Other than that, the male could care less. Garry returned to the room and jumped down on his bed, sighing softly. "Night..." Garry was rather placid about this whole situation, because he honestly didn't believe it. He figured this was just a oddly constructed dream, and that everything would be back to normal when he woke up. As the male lulled into a deep slumber, he began to wish in the back of his mind, that it wasn't.
Θbliterating Θminous Catastrophes: bluuuuuuuuurg.