BE THE ASHLEY PURDY TO MY ANDY BIERSACK -- private

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    He'd finally gotten the energy to do something besides lie around and he was planning on visiting the first person that popped into his mind. The constant voice that brought on most self-hatred had finally been vanquished. I mean, yeah did he sometimes doubt himself and yeah was he anxious and yeah did he sometimes lack the motivation to do anything but sleep all day, but he was slowly regaining his sense of self. He was no longer Socialconstructs' slave. He wanted his friend, his closest friend. It was an obsessive craving to have his attention. "Whitepaw, dude, where are you?" he inquired, searching for any trace of the superstitious Paladin.



    Tags (updated June 2nd)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:160%; text-align: justify;]"Andypaw, dude, I'm here," Whitepaw deadpanned in a serious voice, letting a bit of slang slip into his speech just for the sake of mockery. It felt nice for him to actually mean something to someone, like Andy. Anyone could tell that they really cared for each other in a totally platonic way. Totally. His friend was "kind of" an emo rocker, but he loved him anyway. Whitepaw let a smile appear on his serious face as he approached from behind. "I heard someone say my name," The Paladin stared awkwardly, having nothing else interesting to say.


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL;;
    Whitepaw » NPC x NPC » Male » Normal Male Pronouns » 7 moons (ages once every 2 weeks) » Single(?), Low-key crushing on Andypaw » Panromantic Asexual » Paladin [HP] of Blizzardclan » Apprentice of Lithiumclan


    BODIES;;
    >[MAIN] White-furred domestic feline with a green eye and a blue eye. Carries a sword, a white book, and ridiculous amounts of salt.


    POWERS;;
    All free powers » Most powers undiscovered


    INTERACTION;;
    May powerplay non-harmful actions » Easy Physical » Hard mental » Attack in bolded WHITE or CYAN » No kill/maim » PM for capture


    INJURIES;;
    >Broken Ribs
    >Several punctures in side
    [/fancypost]



    Whitepaw was his friend. Did Andy find him kind of sexy? Yes but he found most people attractive, so it wasn't too big a of deal. That didn't stop him from feeling like, if he were to make a list of the sexiest people in this clan, Whitepaw would be one of the first. His friend was certainly superstitious, but it was what made him, well, him. He wouldn't be Whitepaw without all the exorcist's paranoia. The rocker looked up as his name was mentioned in that wonderful tone that he quickly identified as the Paladin's. "Hey," he began, grasping at any random thought in his mind to continue the conversation. "I, y'know, feel a bit better today. I guess. I don't know. How're you?"



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