DON'T THINK I'LL EVER GET ENOUGH // o; m&g

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    this was sarcy's rper's attempt at getting the idiot more active, especially because he recently joined and then disappeared off the face of the earth once more. he seemed to be good at doing that. plopping his ass down in the middle of camp, he cast a sharp gaze around, searching for his victim. ah, there he was. "john." sarcy started, clearing his throat as he paused,"come over here, i got something special for you." of course, john was an npc, and being all npc-ish, he trotted over. he was simply curious. "rub my feet." he shoved his foot into the npc's face, gaze hardening into a glare as the tom gave him a bewildered look. "john-" he gritted his teeth,"-rub my f-cking feet."


    as soon as the idiot, john, started rubbing his feet, he turned his attention back to the surrounding camp. time to start what he came here for. "meet and greet!"
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    mishiro felt her body erupt into a fit of trembles at the sound of a sharp, commanding voice; he reminded her of someone from her previous life, little did she know. it wasn't like she could remember.
    her blueberry coloured eyes, which looked lifeless and dull although she was very much alive, locked onto the strange male's and remained there. she had a deer-in-headlights look on her face. blinking, she regained her calm stature and her hackles lowered.
    loud figures sometimes made her uncomfortable, that must have been the case. she briefly wondered if his hyped up ego was compensating for something.
    instead of continuing to stand there staring, the canid twitched her nose and stated flatly, " .. i'm mishiro usui. "


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    What was Sarcy doing? He didn't think he had seen that side of him before... "H-Hey S-Sarcophagus... W-Why are you d-doing this?"he questioned, tilting his head with questioning eyes. In his mind, this was wrong but maybe it had been some sort of a bet? If this John person, he didn't think he had met him before, had agreed to this before, then he didn't have a reason to stop this, right? But if this had been an order, then he guessed he'd have to stop it. This wasn't the right way to treat your clan mates then.

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    she didn't think she ever properly introduced herself to sarcy, but after watching him demand feet rubs from a poor npc, the fem didn't know if she wanted to anymore. still, she walked over and stilled beside storm, keeping a comfortable distance between her and the deputy. friend distance. fun, friend distance. "why would you even want to do that?" she questioned quietly, tail flicking to the side.
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    tags! ( updated 7/23 )