ventus. (
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2014
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hibernating
2014-08-24 02:33 am (UTC)
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What do you mean by horror stories
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darkincrement
2014-08-26 02:53 am (UTC)
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If it's likely he will carry out any threats.
He sent a tin of cookies.
I want to know if it's worth eating one.
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hibernating
2014-08-31 02:11 am (UTC)
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He told us NOT to eat our own cookies. Isn't that reason enough??
[stop being such a hard rock rebel for five seconds!!]
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darkincrement
2014-09-02 09:53 pm (UTC)
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[You're not my dad.]
You were told not to leave your tiny world.
How did that work out for you, Ventus?
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hibernating
2014-09-03 11:41 pm (UTC)
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[WOW OH NO HE DIDN'T
He takes a minute applying ice to that burn before replying again. THAT IS SO RUDE.]
All right. Then go eat yoiur own cookies
Why are you asking **me** about this??
[Since his input is so obviously valued.]
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darkincrement
2014-09-04 02:41 am (UTC)
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I felt like it.
Where are you?
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hibernating
2014-09-07 03:08 am (UTC)
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I'm not telling you where I am
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darkincrement
2014-09-07 03:11 am (UTC)
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Then come to me.
I'm in the living room.
I have something for you.
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hibernating
2014-09-07 06:18 pm (UTC)
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Teel me what it is first
[properly paranoid, tbh.]
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darkincrement
2014-09-07 06:50 pm (UTC)
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Something edible.
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hibernating
2014-09-18 02:56 am (UTC)
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[.......???!]
Like a cookie?
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darkincrement
2014-09-18 03:46 am (UTC)
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[Sending pic of cookies now.]
What do you think?
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hibernating
2014-09-21 12:12 am (UTC)
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Im going
[THAT... is a pretty radical change of tune, now that cookies are involved.]
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He sent a tin of cookies.
I want to know if it's worth eating one.
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[stop being such a hard rock rebel for five seconds!!]
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You were told not to leave your tiny world.
How did that work out for you, Ventus?
text;
He takes a minute applying ice to that burn before replying again. THAT IS SO RUDE.]
All right. Then go eat yoiur own cookies
Why are you asking **me** about this?? [Since his input is so obviously valued.]
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Where are you?
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I'm in the living room.
I have something for you.
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[properly paranoid, tbh.]
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Like a cookie?
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What do you think?
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[THAT... is a pretty radical change of tune, now that cookies are involved.]