Posts by salemn.

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i'd be more than happy to make it if that works with you c:
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i'm in that mood where i want food but i don't know what i want to eat

gotcha gotcha although everyone'll soon find out that i just call everyone "b"
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hello! i'm radratchet(as in the instrument) and i am a mega dork and official third wheel. i play salemn here and he is my only character atm cause i am terrible when it comes to managing two. however i've been around on this site since mid-2013, my first long-term character belonging to the original group "the elite". i like comedy shows, chicken nuggets, band(sometimes), and you <3
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i would be pissed since i basically live off apple juice
each time i'd take it then i would be like, in the wise words of woody, "sOMEBODY'S POISONED THE WATERHOLE"
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curious-temptation track
bonds over exchanging of drugs
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ditto ditto i'm hoping things get better for you! and it's totally understandable, it happens to a lot of us so don't stress about it c:
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it's okay! it happens to everyone <3
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hhh sorry for not really being around yesterday, it was a super stressful and super sucky day. but now i'm back and i got a bagel and i'm ready to go

also new badge yeet
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"it looks quite good on you. though i admit, i think you look better without."

Salemn's muscles tensed up at he heard the voice, head sharply turning in the direction of the speaker despite not being able to see and super senses having already made a mental map of who was standing at his door. Rowena. By now all the buttons had come undone and the flaps of each side were hanging loosely from his sides revealing the rest of the white shirt that was meant to be hidden by the vest. How strongly he disagreed with her, that his body looked better when he didn't have an article of clothing over it. Had she been able to see what truly hid behind fabric he knew that she would look away out of disgust, maybe even pity that he had to bear such an unwanted form. "Madam, if that is what you think then I must respectfully inform you that you'd be tricking yourself," The canine said as he turned to properly face her. Part of him was tempted to button himself back up in the lady's presence but the other half feared that she would only look displeased if he did so, so he left them dangling. He listened attentively as she spoke, appreciating the fact that he could not show any facial expressions as if he could his features would surely be twisting into a disapproving state. Again she apologized to him even though he had countered with it being his fault each time. It seemed that this would have been a battle had he finally decided to give in. If this is what she believed he would not go against it any longer even if he felt so indifferent on the inside. However as she mentioned that she wanted to offer her services his head tilted to the side out of confusion. Usually that was his line. He was the one that served. "If you feel so inclined to do so, madam, I will hear you out."

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hey moth!! what's up?
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it's all cool, b! and yeah, course i'm still up for it c:
i'd be happy to make it if that works with you
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He let out a short hum as he lowered his head a tad at her first statement. Well, who was he to go against that? At least she didn't sound fully displeased with him, but to him that only meant that he was on the verge of getting struck by her. He made the mental note to try not to seem so confident around people. As she began speaking again the canine allowed himself to raise his skull to not seem rude. As Rowena mentioned morphine his ears perked not out of attention, but rather genuine want. His thoughts turned from her to his punctured paws, the beatings he had received from others, his own mental state. He even half-missed her warning due to his imaginings of the drug. It could dull pain, yes, but if he took enough it'd be gone completely, right? For once in his life he thought of himself without the consequences it caused for others, Benjamin especially. He didn't see the plotted overdose as a burden for the male but rather as a release for himself. But the sudden reminder of her having another offer pricked at his mind and he was brought back to reality. He almost didn't even want to hear the second service. However as she mentioned it was more secretive he grew even more curious and felt his neck strain forward a bit. And when she admitted what she was, he detecting the pleading look and tone, something he was all too familiar with, he simply nodded his head. It was easy for him to keep a secret as it was close to impossible to tell if he was bluffing or not or if he had a look of "I've got a secret". After all, he did not have a face to reveal such things. He raised a paw to his mouth at this proposition, finding himself unexpectedly intrigued by this as well. A new body? So many times had he found himself uncomfortable in his own form that the thought of a new one also sounded like pleasant release. But he didn't want to overstay the welcome and would only pick one, not try to barter for both. And to him the former seemed more appealing. "The morphine, madam. Please." Salemn's voice almost sounded desperate, even though he had not meant for it to come out that way.

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hardcore tracking this
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//HELLA RUSHED SORRY

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