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Open RP
Leo had opened the meat bin and pawed through the hatch to the snow at the bottom. No more meat. She whined in protest, not wanting to hunt. Not today. Today was Saturday. There were never any break days when trying to survive in the wilderness. It was work from sun up to sun down. If you were exactly human that is.
She groaned. Hunting could wait for tomorrow. She wasn’t that hungry. She actually though about getting into habit of eating normal food again. Well, if she was going to do that she’d have to put on actual clothes first.
After pulling on a pair of frayed shorts and, for once, a tank top in good condition she found her parka and a pair of ankle boots she ‘borrowed’ from New Orleans. She then charged up a travelling circle, wondering where she’d end up.
Trouble with Archie | Open
Crimson sat up in bed, turning towards the door. She let her feet dangle off the edge and she looked inside Archie’s tank. He wasn’t moving. She slid off the bed, looking closer. Nothing. Reaching her hand inside she nudge him with her finger. He still didn’t move. Crimson screamed, running out of the room and falling to her knees in the hallway.
but imagine cuddling up next to harry the night of his mom’s wedding, and having him excitedly tell you all about it, how he took her to the altar and how happy he was and how happy she looked and what song he sang and how his sister acted and what they did after and then he’d tell you that it got him thinking about you two and how you’re gonna have a wedding like that one day
