| [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 155px; borderwidth=0px; -webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -o-transform: rotate(-90deg); margin-top: 42px; margin-right: -55px; margin-left: -50px; color: #d2d2d2;][align=center][size=20pt]MIKE ★[/size] WINDCLAN ★ TRAINEE[hr][/fancypost] |
[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px;][size=7pt]Mike was a bit nervous. He had come up with this sorta cheesy and stupid plan, spending most of the night preparing it with the help of some NPCs. The boy had returned to his cabin around 3 AM, only to wake up four hours later so he could slip outside and quietly wait for Eleven to wake up. As he sat there, Mike was struck once again with a feeling of surreality. It still didn't seem real that she was actually here, yet, here she was. For the longest time, he had thought she was just gone, that he wouldn't see her again, but she had come back and he couldn't be happier. In fact, in the past few days, he had thought less and less about the others. Mike hoped that they would be able to find them- if they were here -and he missed them a lot, but if they were stuck like this forever, just the two of them... he was beginning to think it would be okay Shaking away the smile that had appeared on his muzzle, he tried not to fall asleep as he sat there, desperately hoping El would wake up soon so that he could walk off his drowsiness. [/fancypost] |
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