beautiful baby ;o;

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HAPPY 29TH BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEETHEART: TAKAHIRO MORIUCHI [880417]

So

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I had bought this beautiful girl about 6 days ago, and within those few days i was able to get her a pearlcatcher scroll, skink, and safari. 

This is her now and omg i love her so much. I didnt think id be able to finish it in like a week, but i did and she cost me 443,000Kt plus the 50g i bought her for. I know ppl have done projects worth more than her but its my first actual project completed. Shes so pretty i luv her so much im crying

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Watch it ! (´◕ฺω◕ฺ`)

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HE IS BEAUTY HE IS GRACE HE WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE BALLS FACE

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You lay restless in bed, your mind still racing with the thoughts the hunt from earlier. Dean groaned and rolled back over to face you, “Wha’s wrong?” he grumbled sleepily, finding your hand with his eyes still shut.

“Nothing, just go back to sleep” you whispered and turned to look at his relaxed face. 

He frowned and huffed, “Then why’re you awake? Go to sleep, m’tired and I can’t sleep unless you are”

You leaned in and pecked his parted mouth, one corner pulling up in a quick smile, “Go back to sleep, I’ll be fine”

Dean sighed and cracked his eyes open, “C’mere” he said, pulling you to him. You smiled and rested your head on his chest, “Tell me” he said, soothing your back with his large hand.

“I just…I can’t sleep” you mumbled against his shirt, “This hunt sucked” 

You felt him nod and his lips pressed against your head, “What do you need?” he asked softly.

Snuggling closer, you felt your face heat up, “Will you…will you sing to me, again?”

Dean chuckled silently, “Don’t know how that helps you…but, anything for you sweetheart”

You smiled and traced patterns on his chest. Dean started singing Hey Jude, and you felt your self relax to the low rumbling in his chest. 

Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it’s a fool
Who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder

Dean’s hand payed with your hair, his own eyelids falling heavy as he sang to you. It brought back memories of his mother, and he couldn’t help but hold you tighter. He felt your breathing even out, and his voice faded to a low hum. Dean had never felt more relaxed with you, and though he wasn’t ready to tell you yet, he never went to sleep without whispering in your hair. 

“I love you”