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Mood:
Mortified -
Listening to: Nothing
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Reading: Nothing
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Watching: Nothing
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Playing: Nothing
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Eating: Nothing
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Drinking: Nothing
Forestpelt : *In the nursery with Sandkit, Bonekit, Painkit, Chainedkit, and Crowkit.*
Pantherstar : HEY, I just got this really great idea. We should totally give our only son to a group of possibly rabid dog.
Forespelt : FUCKYES
Fat : *Glares at Oreokit* BEHAVE
Oreokit: NO!
Fat: BEHAVE!
Oreokit: NO!
Fat: BEHAVE!
Oreokit: NO!
Fat: BEHAVE!
Oreokit: NO!
Sandfoot: Um...should we do something?
Pain: HA, No. Just watch and enjoy.
Spear: Wanna fuck?
Sand: No
Spear: Wanna fuck?
Sand: No
Forestpelt: I forbid you to fuck.
Sand: Alright, let's fuck
Forestpelt: FFFF
Pain: You suck as a mother.
Sandfoot: NO I DO NOT
Sandfoot's kit: *Ripping through the camp and throwing pelts everywhere.*
Sandfoot: ... Well I try...
Pain: *Sits on high rock, with his usual stone-cold face*
Synicate: Smile
Pain: *Silence*
Synicate: ....Fuckyou
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W.I.P
Thinking up more. ;3
ALOIS AND CLAUDE, MUCH?