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    Margaery was drinking? Now that was something he had to see. The rocker padded forward, tilting his head. This is fucking hilarious, and the grin on his face showed it. He was an alcohol fiend, as one could have clearly saw at the bonfire party. "Hey, if you throw up, you automatically become 100% Suite's responsibility. I'm not helping with you in that state," he teased.





    Ah, I'm so bad at planning threads out
    um
    A thread where they become friends...maybe?
    -sweats nervously-





    Entry No. 5
    12th of June


    "Standin' alone through the soot and stone,
    he draws from his holster, a man.
    Groanin' alone through the soot and stone,
    he makes his way home half to death."


    These lyrics are scribbled untidily on a page, like they were just scrawled down for future reference.





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    [font=georgia]
    Do me a favour and shut the * up (hate)
    Why focus on something you hate so much? (dislike)
    Sorry, who? (doesn't know)
    Dude, you give me chills, what the hell (fear)
    Guess what? I don't hate you yet! (acquaintance)
    You're punk-rock enough for me (friend)
    I'm gonna make you listen to the Misfits now, AHA. (close friend)
    I'll insult you, but you know I love you~ (best friend)
    We spend our time *ing * up together (like family)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, all hail the almighty God (respect)
    I would Die For You (soft spot)
    Disloyalty is frowned upon (trusts)
    I wanna write a song for you (small crush)
    I wanna hold your hand so tight, I'm gonna break my wrist (crush)
    This is a Rebel Love Song (love)
    I love you more than I can ever scream <3 (deep love)
    Yes, mom, I know. (family)
    Heartbreak's your favourite pain (heartbroken by)
    Like children crying when all they knew was dying (guilt)


    Midori
    "Midori and I have only met a couple of times, but she seems alright. I don't know what to else to say, unfortunately. I don't know her as well as I should."


    Lostboy
    "Lostboy? Oh, I talk to her sometimes. We aren't best friends, but she seems familiar. It's like deja vu. Weird."


    Margaery
    "I like Margaery. She's like that momfriend who's a soft and nice, but -- WIP"



    It was nice for him to get involved with this, being an Combatant and all. "Definitely joining in," he said in a sucky tracking post.





    ★ eli instigates a fight with your character and oversteps a boundary
    ^
    I feel like they'd be arguing and then they call him an 'emo f*ggot' and then he'd call them something extremely hurtful in return because those words make him think of Socialconstructs





    Sure ^^
    who makes?





    added





    Sure, it's fine.
    Who makes?





    Sure.
    Who makes?





    Awesome. Who makes?





    //track
    Andy; -squints-





    Im not a guava person rip





    WE DON'T HAVE TO DAAAAANNNNNCE





    "Um...I like you too?" Andy replied, flicking Whitepaw softly with his tail as he flicked the grains of salt into his bag.They'd stay put, he was sure. "Hey. No stuffing me in the bag, either. I don't care if you like me, like hell am I gonna fit in that tiny-ass thing," he scoffed, teasing as usual.


    7/10


    //what even was this post





    ik
    i saw
    i love The Shadow Side





    Everyone rushed about, panicking over lost sleep or missed classes or overdue assignments. It was entertaining, to say the least. It never failed to make Andy laugh. He had a class, but he survived on like 5 hours of sleep and woke up before it started, so he was fine. He was quite tired, any way. His choice of drink wasn't coffee but a tall can of Monster Energy drink. Although he adored coffee, right now, he preferred this.


    He cracked the can open, taking a sip. He felt the cold drink numb his tongue and fizz in his throat as he swallowed. It sent an electric burst of energy through his body. Drink in hand, he walked the halls, hearing the whispering start up as he approached other people. He was used to it, and literally didn't have the energy to care. He looked down, letting his hair cover his right eye, to shield his vision from their stares. He didn't need that right now, he needed to find his friend.


    Stormy blue eyes would scan his surroundings, looking for one normal motherfucker. Whitney was at a table...with Fanaticalpaw. It wasn't like he hated Fana, no. He quite liked her. Just, right now, he wanted to stab her. No one could talk to his Whitney without him being there. Picking up his pace, the tall rocker jogged over to where the two were. You could almost see him fuming from a mile away, but as the duo neared, he calmed himself.


    Being ever so slightly taller than Whitney due to his long-ass gazelle legs, he leaned forward, placing his chin on Whitney's shoulder. "Hey Fana, Whitney. What'cha lookin' at?" he asked, his expression innocent, like he totally hadn't done this to take Whitney's attention back. He didn't understand why he got like this, they weren't dating, they were just friends. But there was always some inner voice that always screamed 'mine'.





    Andy had been feeling better, but whenever people were around that he didn't know well, he began to feel a bit doubtful of his strength in self. During these periods, he was apathetic and closed in, refusing to allow anything to get through to him, but maintaining his cheer the best he could. Movement caught his attention, and the Combatant stalked towards the sound, gazing at the stranger. This person was new and they had...sour patch kids? Andypaw had only ever had those once. "What're you doing?"


    //rushed





    Andypaw had grown attached to Whitepaw these past couple moons. Whitepaw was mature and superstitious and more confident. Andy was the opposite. Andy was slightly feminine and childish and reckless and anxious. It was a wonder they'd managed to hold a friendship this long. Maybe their conflicting personalities balanced each other out. It was the society-accepted person and the emo, what could possibly go wrong?


    Andy raced forward, only slowing when his ribs began to ache from his fast-moving lungs. He skidded to a halt near his white-pelted friend, sides heaving. "See? I told you that I'd be on time," he panted, shaking out his fur and padding closer. He offered his friend a teasing grin, his smile quickly fading and he clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip.


    //THAT TITLE REFERENCE I S2G