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[font=century gothic][color=gray]I get what you're saying. c: Don't worry, I'm not that stupid...at least I hope not. Whatever, I'm proud. Okay, sort-of-friends, got it. Got separated because of life. Got it.
As for details on my character...
I have no real clue, not even an idea. ._. My brain refuses to work after Sunday services and living on five hours worth of rest for quite a bit. I'll think on it all during school tomorrow, and I'll come up with a "sketch" of what they could be like soon, I promise you. Does that sound alright?
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]"Awww...are you doubtful on me?" I feigned a childish pout, averting my gaze a bit, but still able to admire the beautiful pattern his new wings brought. "Have I not proven myself worthy yet..?" I kept the act going, looking down.
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]Ah, thank you! A good night's rest awaits! Adieu, my friend, and I will come with what had been promised in due time. Good night! c:
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]"Ah, see, I haven't proven myself yet..." I mumbled, twisting his words around in such a way. "Good to know, I guess..." I sighed softly, even giving a fake sniffle.
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]I glanced up at Phobia as he shifted again, then glanced back down. That was nice. "...Beautiful form, Phobia."
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]I frowned slightly and reached over carefully, stroking the fur between his ears. "What's wrong? Are you getting sick?"
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]"Why?" I questioned, then looked away, sighing softly. "I didn't mean what I was saying earlier, I was just joking around."
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]"Care to share?" I looked down at him, smoothing out any ruffles in his pelt. "If you wouldn't want to, you don't have to at all."
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]"Phobia, you're going over your head," I shook my head, slightly smiling. "Stress, so what. I doubt it'll be horrible, let alone bad. I love you, and I honestly have no idea what you're talking about when you said "stress it'll put you in". What do you mean?"
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]"Yeah, but I think you're getting sick." I sighed softly, gently scratching him behind his left ear. "Another reason for bed rest, hmm?"
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]"No you won't, sweetheart. I'm going to go Mother Hen on you." I shook my head, gently patting his cheek. "And it looks like you'll need it."
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]"Would you like anything? Or are you going to sleep?"
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]"Stop apologizing for everything. You look fine." I looked down at him, gently tapping his nose.
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]A bit too late for this, but good luck with your sister!
And, of course, accepted! The phobias can be a secret, or revealed in the roleplay, however you choose.
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]"If you say so," I shrugged, laying back with my arm over my eyes. "It's going to be a bit boring now, but it's hell of a lot better than facing the destruction of the three realms, so I guess neither you or I should complain."
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]"The perks of being a demon, now the Ruler of Hell itself. Things are bound to be abnormal, of course." I shook my head, shrugging my shoulders. "As for Fate? Fate can either be a saint or a bastard, let's just look at it that way."
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]I sighed exasperatedly, looking over at Phobia and rubbing at my forehead. "Phobia, what the hell are you up to now? Turn your canine switch off." I stood up, walking up behind him and standing a foot or two away.
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[font=century gothic][color=gray]I'm not picky on how it starts off. It's just life in the "city", if you'd like to call it. Considerably normal, I guess.
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[font=century gothic][color=gray](( Won't be able to get on for a while due to irl problems. Hopefully things will clear and look up soon. ))
I looked from Phobia to the window, then peered outside to spot the other wolf. Peculiar. "What's wrong now?"
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[font=century gothic][color=gray](( Thanks, I'll probably need it. ))
I sighed softly and shook my head hesitantly, looking out the window, then back down to Phobia, biting my lower lip in anticipation. "But you don't seem too friendly with him...I don't need anything happening to you or him, or anything and anyone in general. Why does he seem so important?"