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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Dirk was antsy, to say the least. Not only did the death of Impavidstar hit him surprisingly harder than expected, the poor guy was really feeling the distance between him and Jake, a.k.a, his fiancé, a.k.a., his depended. Don't get dependent personality disorder, kiddos, it fucking sucked. Especially when the person you were dependent on for your physical and emotional needs was so far away.


    Dirk could be seen pacing in the main camp, despite looking tired and worn out. It was safe to say he had been up all night.
    [color=transparent]#princeofheart2k15

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    [color=#78dee1]★GHOSTY[size=14]TRICKSTER★[hr][hr]


    Ghosty was met with a weird sight. The propsit member had honestly just come here to prank Chase. Now he was met with a cat who seemed to have some baaad anxiety. He didn't know how to react. So, he'd breeze over for a moment, hovering beside them, a quick fix of his f#cking glasses so they didn't fall off his face into the f#cking snow .He was sick to death of snow. Just like he was with Con Air and cakes.



    "Hehe, dude...you doing okay? You look confused." Chasingrainbows could obviously wait. Ghosty could hold his goddamn horses.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] The flame point was snapped out of his thoughts by Ghostypaw, which probably was a much needed distraction. He peered at him through his pointed shades before resuming his pacing, shrugging his shoulders as he did so.


    "Peachy." He muttered, starting to speed up a little. "Just peachy. You know, because that's what everybody who's fine says. Actually, fuck that, nobody says that, except for Ja- nobody says that. Nobody. But don't take my word for it, what do I know?"
    [color=transparent]#princeofheart2k15

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    [color=#78dee1]★GHOSTY[size=14]TRICKSTER★[hr][hr]


    He humored the other for a moment, nodding his head as they paced around faster. He followed suit, even if he was just floating around like nobodys buisness. (Walking? Pffft, childsplay.) "You look like a possible schizophrenic dude. Hows about we stop and talk?" Ancient words he learned in Sex ed in middle school. Seemed like a brilliant time to bring it up. He was brilliant.


    "Dirk, right? And I'm going to assume you're talking about J-" He cut himself off. He knew them already, from his own doomed timeline...but this Dirk wouldn't know who he was, probably. "You've piqued my curiosity. Now you gotta tell me whats wrong."

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