Ta-Ta-Testing!

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█████████▌█▐ oиcє вιттєи αи∂ тwιcє sнч ❤
. . . . . . . . a face on a lover ⇣ ⇣ with a fire in his heart
. . . . a man undercover ◞ * but you tore me apart
now i've found a「real」love you'll never fool me again ⇠

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.. . . ɢrєαт ɢuns! тrollєч тrouвlєs! ❤
. . . . oh, what a ↷ knight! oswald was in lots of old films!
. . . . .he was the first◞ * of us to become a star
. . .. . . . . and the first to be 「forgotten」

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HANNA FALK`• CROSS •

xxxxxxxxxx x

I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your valentino just for you

↘

. . . . . . . . . . . O F F L I N E !! . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Normally, Hanna would have caught on to the fact that something was obviously wrong with Nagato. The boy's face, the way he was speaking . . . hell, it even looked like he ran full blast through the forest a short while ago. But Hanna, his mind already in a world of its own, didn't even notice. He merely just half paid attention to Nagato's story instead of the very way it was being said, through a whole mess of stuttering and shook up words. Still, even wrapped up in his own baffling thoughts and ideas, Hanna managed to at least catch on the most surprising and shocking parts of Nagato's story -- which was actually the majority of it. Hanna knew that Nagato didn't lead a very normal life, being as he was a ninja and all (and an unconventional ninja at that). But hearing exactly what Nagato went through, he couldn't help but feel extreme amount of pity for him. After all, Hanna was known by his friends, especially by his undead best friend, for his overpowering empathy. No matter if he was dealing with the greatest of friends, or the worst of enemies, he couldn't stand anyone being in pain . . . either emotionally, or physically.

Biting his bottom lip, Hanna watched with carefully at Nagato, until the very end of his exposition. He was silent for a few moments, until finally saying, "I'm sure you guys will bring peace to everyone. Even the ones who disagree with you will understand how important peace really is." He smiled, nodding his head until he directed his own gaze to the ground as well. However, when heard Nagato's own question, he felt as though he was hit in the face with a brick. How could he tell Nagato the truth? What if telling the Nagato the truth ended up ruining their . . . well, at least how their relationship was going for the most part? He gulped, taking off his glasses as he wiped them on his shirt, trying to think of the easiest way to answer him. After what seemed like an entire minute, he finally replied, "Um, well, he wasn't actually . . . there. So I had to leave a message for him, but don't worry, it's not like he would be angry about something like this! In fact, Twain is never angry about anything. He's, uh, well . . . incapable of strong emotions like that. And he'll understand, anyway." He rubbed the back of his neck, placing his glasses back on as he tried to think of how to continue. Just . . . do it. The worst thing he can do is call you a liar and tell you to get the hell away from him . . . eh, that doesn't sound too good, but . . .

"Th-though, really, that wasn't why I was out in the woods for so long. I ended up getting back on the chatroom. You know, just to chat with a few people, just for a little while anyway! And, I, uh, sorta felt like speaking to a few people since I . . . made things so awkward a while ago. But . . . there was a boy online, some guy I never met before. He had red hair, and he looked like me . . . and kinda like you, too . . . " Hanna glanced at Nagato for a moment, pursing his lips. It was either now or never, he supposed. "And . . . well, I don't how to say this so it doesn't sound any less weird, but . . . the boy . . . he mentioned that he was . . . our son. From the future." Hanna blinked, rubbing his head as he mulled over what he just said. It sounded much worse and ridiculous out loud, he noticed with ever growing anxiety. "I know it sounds crazy, but he knew things about me that a lot of people don't know. He even knew things about you too . . . Um, I know if you don't want to believe me, but I guess if I'm going to tell you the truth . . . well, there's the truth right there. It could have been a prank, a real elaborate one, but I noticed there were . . . well, offspring of other people on the chatroom too, so it could have been a strange phenomenon, like a temporary time portal of some -- oh s**t, I'm rambling!"

He sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead as he flopped his back on the ground. He already felt like a huge fool for opening his trap in the first place. "I . . . this doesn't make any sense. I know. But I figure if we're going to be friends . . . well, I better not hide something like that from you. It's fine if you think I'm a freak . . . a lot of people already think that as it is, but so long as you know what really happened, then that's . . . well, good enough for me." He looked back up at Nagato, frowning slightly as he waited for him to say something . . . or do something. So long as it didn't involve him kicking his a**.

. . .

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xxx
➽ IS THIS LOVE?
that I'm feeling
................... that I've been searching for
......or am I dreaming?

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xxIF YOU HEAR SOMETHING LATE AT NIGHT
xxxx ⊱ some kind of trouble
xxSOME KIND OF FIGHT
xxxx ⊱ just don't ask me what it was

xxxx✁location ████ currently arriving to this lone island. xxxx✁feeling ████ under some stress, to be expected.xxxx✁love ████ a trivial question, i will not answer it.

Needless to say, Hanna wasn't expecting that sort of reaction to come from Nagato. What he assumed was a fairly simple question ended up turning to something even more complicated; and what ended up making even him feel even more unsure as he listened to Nagato's answer. Once the boy was finished, Hanna mustered a strained grin on his face, lifting his right arm as he reached over and gave Nagato's shoulder a squeeze. For what seemed like a whole minute, he just shut his mouth and kept quiet, before he finally replied, "No, it didn't really answer my question, but it's totally fine. I shouldn't have asked such a stupid question in the first place. I mean, really! Who asks that kind of stuff right off the bat?" He laughed somewhat, a little too loudly. "We'll just leave it that we're buddies, doing something pretty fun together, and, well, all that stuff." Then, without really thinking, Hanna ruffled up Nagato's hair with his right hand, chuckling as he began to stand up. "I need to go do something right now anyway . . . I have to call the apartment because I forgot to actually tell my roommate Descartes that I was leaving in the first place."

Snatching up his backpack, he took off towards the darkening expanse of the rest of the woods, but not too far off that he couldn't find his way back. Though really, him leaving to call his undead friend was only part of the reason for him walking off. He just needed some time by himself, to actually think for a moment. After all, he had just made a fairly pleasant camping trip into an incredibly awkward ******** of a time. Hanna took a deep breath, then took out his cellphone and began to call the apartment, incredibly glad that he was able to get some reception in the middle of nowhere. He opened his mouth wide, about to fully explain his absence, but made a sight of relief when he heard the answering machine. Apparently his best friend wasn't back home just yet . . . which made explaining himself a million times easier. Very quickly he just said that he was out camping with some ninja guy and that there might be some badass and awesome things that will probably arise from it, and that he won't be able to come back home anytime soon because he was going to some top secret ninja base. Yup, that all sounded very believable.

As Hanna ended the call, he pursed his lips out in thought. He felt like talking to someone else for the moment . . . but who? Then it hit him. He could always have a conversation with the people on the chatroom . . . they might be able to talk to him about something, right? Sure, that Konan from the future could always . . . scare him, or that Watanuki kid could lament about his problems with the supernatural to him. However, as soon as he posted and someone had just replied to him, he frowned heavily, utter confusion masking his face.

Some . . . redheaded kid was telling him that he was his father. Of course, this was incredibly unbelievable. For one, Hanna was way too young to have a kid that old. And two, he never . . . well, he was still a virgin, sadly enough. However, when he kept talking to the kid, he slowly realized that it really was believable. This kid knew things about him that most people didn't know, and a kid from the future was a rather normal thing when it came to the events on the chatroom. But what the kid said next shocked Hanna the most.

"NO FREAKING WAY!" Hanna screamed, staring at the cellphone in disbelief. He couldn't believe it. There was no way he could believe it. He . . . Nagato . . . son? He had a son with . . . Nagato? He kept repeating the phrase in his head, even as he continued to speak with his future son on the chatroom, finally logging off when he was too overwhelmed to continue. He just stood still, unsure what to do next. His brain felt numbed . . . he couldn't think clearly. Then, figuring he was out in the woods for far too long, he made his way back to where Nagato was, sitting on the ground near the fire. His brow was furrowed, deep in thought, until he finally said, "So, uh . . . Nagato . . . maybe you should, uh, tell me a little more about your friends. And what's it like where you, uh, live."

Perhaps not the greatest conversation starter, but he needed something to keep his mind off the prospect of his future . . . and his potential future with Nagato.

. . .

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WHITE TEXT HERE AH!
███████████████████ ██ █ AAThe Warden

WHITE TEXT▸▸▸ Superjail!

TEXT• Mortal(?)TEXT• HumanTEXT• Male

WHITE TEXT HO◦The owner and proprietor of the incredibly unusual and fanciful Superjail.
WHITE TEXT HO◦He is, himself, a complete and utter madman, but his own insanity is never his own undoing.
WHITE TEXT HO◦He thinks up rather irresponsible schemes in Superjail, all to satisfy his own bizarre fantasies.
WHITE TEXT HO◦The Warden is capable of some strange abilities, such as being able to transform into anything he wishes; and distorting the reality around him.
WHITE TEXT HO◦He's very, very narcissistic, and believes all of his thoughts to be perfectly rational.
OMG SO MUCH WHITE TEXT AAAAAGGGHHH!!█ ██

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xxxxxx( ♥ ) OH LIFE ON THE OUTSIDE AIN'T WHAT IT USED TO BE
xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxx you know the world's gone crazy and it ain't safe on the street
xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxx you know the world's gone crazy and it ain't safe on the street
xxxxxx( ♥ ) OH IT'S A DRAG I KNOW, THERE'S ONLY ONE PLACE TO GO
xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxx you know the world's gone crazy and it ain't safe on the street
xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxx you know the world's gone crazy and it ain't safe on the street

xxxx♥name ████ the warden xxxx♥location ████ snack table xxxx♥feeling ████ excitedly confused?

That's it? Really, the Warden was expecting much more from Ulquiorra, but his explanation on how he was taken wasn't all that helpful. Fascinating, of course, but not helpful. Crossing his arms, the Warden pouted rather heavily, replying, "Thank you very much, Ulquiorra. Although I'm still very much in a pickle."

He supposed, however, this could be his chance to have a break from the never ending insanity he was dealing with in Superjail. Things had been more hectic than usual, what with the short time that Jailbot was missing, which caused the Warden to have to take on the robot's usual tasks . . . and failing quite miserably. And then, there was the whole fiasco with his plans on selling organs and body parts to the black market, which ended horribly with a monster being created from the said contraband. And finally, just a few weeks ago, the Warden's attempt at finding a friend for himself . . . well, needless to say, almost resulted in him losing his Superjail to some incredibly rude and backstabbing supervillain. So, compared with everything he had dealt with and with how much trouble he was in constantly in the confines of his own precious jail made being in a relatively normal yet ugly home with hopefully friendly strangers seemed like a godsend . . . unless they were dangerous.

Letting the pout on his face fall away, the Warden smiled warmly to Ulquiorra, about to suggest that the two look around the home . . . until he felt an overwhelming drowsiness consume him. His eyelids grew heavy, and his body swayed to and fro until he finally collapsed onto the ground, falling into a deep and impenetrable sleep.

He had no idea how long it was he was knocked out, but when he finally awoken, he kept his eyes shut tight, yawning as stretched his arms high above his head and waiting for Jailbot to pluck him out of his bed . . . believing that everything that happened to him was just some horrible nightmare. "I just had the strangest dream, Jailbot. I was kidnapped and taken to a hideous house, and there was a little creature picking up people into a massive ball, and I saw the gloomiest man imaginable. But it was just a horrific dream." But the very moment he opened his eyes, he made a shrill yelp, shocked by what he was seeing. Instead of his nice, comfortable bedroom, he was inside of some rather plain room, but what bothered him the most was what he was wearing. Instead of the usual nightcap and silk robe he used as his sleepwear, he was wearing rather cheap cotton pajamas, complete with a light green T-shirt and loose trousers with a drawstring. Definitely clothing he couldn't ever remember wearing in his life. Still, at least the design was fairly cute, since there were pink bunnies all over it, bouncing around happily. Though on the front of his shirt, instead of a perfectly blissful rabbit, was a mutilated one with blood all over it . . . obviously dead. The Warden coughed slightly, remembering for an instant when he wore such a rabbit on top of his head one time long ago.

Shuffling about inside of his sleeping bag, he immediately noticed that it was multicolored, like a rainbow, with splotches of red on it as though it had been through some carnage. In bold and loopy handwriting, the Warden's name covered the top portion of it. At least out of everything that he had been stuck with, his sleeping bag was in better taste. With a small, unsure sigh, he glanced around. Everyone looked . . . well, weird. And coming from the Warden, that definitely meant something. It seemed like a good portion of them were talking nearby the snack table . . . or, at least consorting near it, as he caught sight of a blue haired male throw a smaller boy up into the ceiling. The Warden was a little surprised that the boy's entire head wasn't caved in, though perhaps the kid was lucky enough to have an incredibly hard skull.

Deciding that he might as well ask someone what was going on, he stood up from his sleeping bag and walked near the snack table, but not too close in case the blue haired maniac was still in the mood to through some other person right into the ceiling, and not only that, but everyone looked equally unsure about the situation as well. Darting his eyes to and fro, he tried to think of what he could possibly do. He finally noticed that there was scoreboard above the table, with various people's names on it . . . including his own. "Scary Stories?" the Warden muttered, raising an eyebrow as he stared at it. Ugh. If only Ulquiorra was here to tell me what was going on! He supposed he would have to take a chance with a complete stranger . . . one that looked the least grumpy and hostile. He finally settled on a man with rather outdated Superman pajamas, taping the man's shoulder with an unsure grin on his face. "Excuse me . . . do you know what's exactly going on? I'm, uh, new to this." Probably not the best way he could think of asking a question to someone . . . but he needed an answer, if any.


( ♥ ) I'M COMING HOME!XXXXXX
xxxxxx

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xxxxxx( ♥ ) OH LIFE ON THE OUTSIDE AIN'T WHAT IT USED TO BE
xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxx you know the world's gone crazy and it ain't safe on the street
xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxx you know the world's gone crazy and it ain't safe on the street
xxxxxx( ♥ ) OH IT'S A DRAG I KNOW, THERE'S ONLY ONE PLACE TO GO
xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxx you know the world's gone crazy and it ain't safe on the street
xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxx you know the world's gone crazy and it ain't safe on the street

xxxx♥name ████ the warden xxxx♥location ████ snack table xxxx♥feeling ████ somewhat entertained

As soon as the Warden had suggested that someone needed to go first, he was greeted with a rather familiar face. Seeing Ulquiorra caused Warden to grin from ear to ear, but he held himself back from doing anything that would embarrass the man in front of everyone there. After all, it didn't look like Ulquiorra was the type to actually enjoy having the Warden show his utter glee towards him in an overt manner. Instead, the Warden merely nodded back, still smiling as he watched the man in the childish pajamas make his way to the center of the room. He was a bit shocked to see his demeanor change entirely, from that of the meek young man, to that of someone who actually exuded confidence. And although his story wasn't all that scary, the way he told it did seem to at least unsettle the Warden a bit. And the next story, told by the pretty woman, was more amusing than anything. A living dead hog sounded like something he would see in Superjail . . . strange creatures like that were always an occurrence. And it somewhat pleased him to know that it was dishing out some form of justice.

Rubbing his chin, the Warden tried to think of a scary story that would actually frighten everyone. It looked like the entire crowd was filled with a tough bunch, and it would take something rather than just plain creepiness or even monsters to get them to jump out of their socks. He remembered listening to a few of the inmates' own stories, silly things they would tell each other late at night . . . so he figured he would tell one that he could recall himself. Not that it was the most scary thing ever, but he figured he might as well deviate from just plain creepiness and nastiness and monstrosities, and into plain old, delectable insanity.

Doing the same like the others before him, the Warden strolled over to the middle of the room, bowing as he grinned in a rather . . . malicious manner. He might as well look somewhat scary, and he hoped his own pajamas with the horribly mutilated rabbit helped. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you. I'm the Warden, and I'll be your narrator for this particular little macabre tale." He chuckled, adding, "I like to call this one, The Nurse . . . "

"A girl had just finished nursing school and started working in a new hospital. Although she loved her job as a nurse, she found it difficult to get along with the people she worked with. They were mostly young doctors who had just finished medical school. The problem was that they delighted in pulling pranks on each other. She found it very difficult to live with them in the residence next to the hospital, because they stayed up late at night and made too much noise. The nurse worked very long hours and needed all the sleep she could get. Whenever she complained about their behavior, the mischievous doctors just laughed in her face and told her to shut her fat mouth.

"The nurse eventually had to report the young doctors to the hospital manager and they got in all sorts of trouble. The doctors began to really hate the nurse and spent days devising a plan to get revenge on her. Finally, one of the doctors came up with a really sick prank they could play on the nurse and the others gleefully agreed to help.

"That night, they broke into the mortuary in the hospital basement and sawed the arm off a corpse. Then they sneaked into the nurse’s bedroom and put the severed arm under her bedclothes. They placed it at the bottom of the bed so that when she lay down, her feet would touch it. Chuckling to themselves, they stood around in the hallway, waiting for the young nurse to go to bed. As the girl went into her bedroom, the doctors had to stop themselves from laughing out loud. The nurse was suspicious of their behavior, but she was too tired to care and went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"The men waited impatiently in the hallway for the nurse to find the severed arm in her bed. But nothing happened. There were no screams, no angry yells. Only silence. After a while, the doctors got fed up waiting around and decided to turn in for the night. They assumed that they had placed the severed arm too far down in the bed and the nurse must not have felt it.

"The next morning, when they woke up, the doctors went to check on the nurse. Receiving no answer when they knocked on her door, they turned the handle and went inside. The room seemed to be completely empty. The doctors searched the nurse’s bedroom and when they opened her closet, they were greeted by a horrible sight . . . "

The Warden took a breath, and brought his hands to his face, rolling his eyes almost completely backwards as though he had seen a ghastly sight. His voice became lower, more sinister, and he made a look of utter fear and despair. "The nurse was curled up in the corner of the closet. Her hair had turned completely white, her eyes were rolled back in her head and she had gone completely insane. Her face looked like it had aged twenty years and, worst of all . . . she was chewing on the severed arm."

Waiting a few moments, the Warden smiled slowly and made his way to the snack table as well. He didn't exactly want to go straight to his sleeping bag, and he was rather hungry too. It didn't really bother him that the dumb fellow with the blue hair had previously attacked the snack table. So, taking a rather heavily frosted cookie, he chewed on it as he waited for the next person to tell their story. Or not. It didn't matter much to him, so long as he eventually left the room and didn't become a part of the mysterious creature's gaggle of pets.


( ♥ ) I'M COMING HOME!XXXXXX
xxxxxx

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Hello, hello! Nice to meet you, Vani! You can call me Cicada. After coming across your chatroom, I've decided I would be interested in taking the Warden from Superjail!.

I understand your concern about making the chat a fun place, so here's a link to my posts to save you some trouble looking for them.

♚ : __the warden__SUPERJAIL!
█ » kanto pokepoke ◞ CELADON*;CITY
[❛ TO BE A ▫ ▪ ( collector ! ___ ↷ drifblim
pump it up xx PAR⋆TY*; ! )
█┇ x x x x ↲

drifblim, spinda, ekans, porygon-z

❤ → RAINBOW DREAMS ▒▌dapper&dandy (* WONDROUS▸chaos !!

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BLAHBLAHBLAH▇▇ ▇▇ ★ ▇▇ ▇▇
rawrrawrrawrrrI'm living, throwing everything away
rawrrawrrawrrawrrrrrSince you'll forget me, at the same time
blahlah✰~☏GLaDOS
this is your complimentary random blank area
blahblah▇ ▇xscreen name
this is your complimentary random blank area
blahblah▇ ▇xPortal

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__________ ☹ ⇀ RUSTED NIGHTMARES ↻ artificially induced ♦▐ JUST a ◈ DREAM ?
███████████████████████████ ☁ ┙ █████████
__DREAMERS KEEP DREAMING; CREATING THE WORLD ↷ WITH MY IMAGINATION !
__DREAMERS KEEP DREAMING; CREATING THE WORLD ↷ WITH MY IMAGINATION !
__DREAMERS KEEP DREAMING; CREATING THE WORLD ↷ WITH MY IMAGINATION !
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series ⇣ .flow
character full name ⇣ sabitsuki

_______________ ↻ RECONSTRUCTED by Cicada Labyrinth

☹ ⇀ RUSTED NIGHTMARES ↻ artificially induced ♦▐ JUST a ◈ DREAM ?

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love potion = 1
blind date = 2
next generation = 3
chain day = 4
gender bender = 5
ooc = 6
age swap = 7
secrets are out = 8
au week = 9

Tak ( age swap )
The Warden ( love potion ) -- DONE
Max ( age swap )
Toki ( chain day )
Charles ( gender bender )
Hanna ( secrets are out ) -- DONE
Alice ( blind date ) -- DONE
Kurogane ( next generation )
Doumeki ( ooc )
Wheatley ( au week ) -- DONE

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⊱ * V.I.N.CENT ⊹
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V.I.N.CENT's shoulders slumped forward slightly as he heard Spade, already feeling extremely guilty over bringing the topic in hand. After all, what was he to actually question his master's lack of finance, his motives . . . anything? Expecting to hear the boy actually lash out at him, he was shocked instead to hear that everything was fine. All good.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought that up. You're the master after all, you know what you're doing," V.I.N.CENT replied, nodding solemnly as he walked behind the boy. He felt flustered that Spade called him amazing, but he kept the screen of his helmet from conveying his embarrassment. But for a mere second, his helmet had lit up with some colorful lights, which he stopped immediately before anyone noticed. "Stop that, you stupid git," he whispered to himself, keeping up with Spade, just enough to hear the boy's stomach make a rather loud growl.

Besides his better judgement, he reached over and patted Spade reassuringly on his shoulder. "You really are a Master Awesome, mate." If Spade really wanted him to sit back and let him handle everything, then he would. Well, at least he'd make it appear like he wasn't doing anything . . .


(( Pfffft, she sure sounds like it. Oh Jesus. =A =

See? Derpy things overcome all! /brick'd

This is just making V.I.N.CENT even more guilty that his head is gonna explode.
And maybe literally. 8| ))


V.I.N.CENT made a rather weakened chuckle as he heard Spade, following him attentively to the apartment complexes. He wasn't too shocked by their appearance, after all, his previous masters had lived in apartments or even studios -- for some odd reason, big houses weren't too tasteful to technophiles. He was brought out of his thoughts however as they reached Spade's apartment, and when he had laid his hand on his master's shoulder, he couldn't help but notice the bright flush on the boy's cheeks. For some reason this made him feel strangely gratified, but trying to find out exactly why eluded him for the most part. He supposed he just liked the idea that he was able to make the boy somewhat flustered as Spade easily did to him.

After watching Spade's battle with the door, he walked right behind the boy into the living room. Despite the trash that littered the place, it wasn't that bad. He had seen loads worse, and although it dearly needed some decoration, he wouldn't complain.

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LIDDELLxxx「xxxALICE
xxxxxxx:x✔xswearxa g a i nxandx⇢again
xxxxxxxxxxx.xx.xx.xx.xx.xx.
xxx♥xxALICE: MADNESS RETURNS
xxxxxxxxxxWE'LLxxxNEVERxxxBExxxAPART
xx♀!_!schizophrenicxxxx♀!_!cynical and curiousxxxx♀!_!completely macabrexxxx
✁♝ c α ℓ ℓ of WONDERLAND (* s i c k ness ﾟ what have you ＤＯＮＥ ? ﾟ