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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco wasn't sure what to do with this broken, injured leg of his. He sat on one of the three wooden steps that led up to his houses wrap-around porch, in thought. Recently, it seemed, there had been many cold spells; so bundled around his neck was his scarf, black with thin, widely spaced, yellow stripes. Marco would have looked hella adorable with it if wasn't for his personality and rough accent and self. Shame, really.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 450px; font: normal 14px Times New Roman; borderwidth=0px][justify]Here came the second half of the broken leg duo, a small smile on the fae's soft facial features as she found herself quietly coming to sit down beside the knight. Ivory-dipped tail wrapping around her paws, she'd glance down towards her wrapped up leg, sighing softly. "Hey Marco."

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 315px;][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]"He- Hello," Weddingpaw would greet the broken leg duo with a smile as she came over, looking between the two.
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    #VEILDOMUM

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Hey, Crip," Marco lightly joked, his boyish grin appearing briefly upon his face. Dang, the more he thought about it, the more badass "Crip" and the "Broken Leg Duo" sounded. Or maybe it was just the pain killers talking he'd found in the medicine cabinet and took to help the pain of his leg. Oh well. "And hey, Weddingpaw."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 450px; font: normal 14px Times New Roman; borderwidth=0px][justify]"Crip?" A nonexistent brow was raised as the fae rolled her mustard colored eyes, laughing quietly. "I think something's up with you, Crip numero dos." Emilie didn't know spanish, but.. She tried. "And hey Weddy! How're you?"

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    [abbr=Attack in bold light blue, medium, serval]★ Battle[/abbr]
    [abbr=Invisibility, Multiple Possessions, Memory manipulation]★ Powers[/abbr]
    [abbr=Male, Based off Markiplier, 23 moons, Sunclan, Warrior]★ General[/abbr]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color:#;]"Do I have to break my leg or something to get into this club of yours?" Markiplier meowed padding over. He glanced back at one of his legs and frowned. Not worth it.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 300px; text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-size: 30px; color:#; margin-top:-17px;]Oh Shit ![/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 300px; text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; color:#; margin-top:-13px;]It's Golden Freddy ![/fancypost]
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    ( " speaking " ) ( " thinking " ) ( general typing )
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    #KIDDEATHTEMPLATE
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