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A long and grueling moment of silence passed, then. One that had cleared the halls of any onlookers hoping for a fight. One that left AJ in a stare down with murder-in-her-eyes Marie Reeves, resident bitch of the senior class. She wasn't popular, per se. But popularity and respect weren't...

“Wouldn’t doubt it,” Unintentional cynicism had grasped the disgruntled man’s snort as he mirrored Mai’s response. It had not been a purposeful mocking of her words, though that was certainly how it seemed as he dismissively shrugged off the vendor’s claims. Ironically, his view of the goods...

also im still gay for heather chandler and i have no idea what to do with all this energy ugh

got help, thank you < 3

The seeming frustration that had graced the once peaceful features of Calianna's face was not a surprise. Her jolt, however, was. The girl's nervous chuckle was met with a quiet bout of breathy laughter, Cyr's hand running through his messy hair as he averted his gaze. Her night had been as...

Sleep came. Not without difficulty and the mild suspicion that he would be assassinated in his sleep for his transgressions, but it did, nonetheless. And with the sun, so too rose Cyr's inflated ego. He woke to the sun in his eyes, having fallen asleep in a compromised position against the...

At exactly 7:00 am the SQUIP stirred within the depths of Anna-Jean's mind to only wake her. But only after a night's worth of studying. Not for her classes--though such subjects would be a focus of the future. This was a study on the human condition, one which he had fallen into a deep...

[[ tfw you let a post marinate overnight and it still doesnt get better ]] There was the rare--very rare--occasion that Cyr found himself entirely speechless. This was one of those moments, his heart in his throat and his voice caught behind it. His body had tensed far before she had come into...

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"Whoa, slow down there, Windows XP. Get Ant-Man out of your wiring and untwist your virtual panties, I'll think of something." The SQUIP scowled as she spoke, feeling not at all assured by her blatant shaking off of his very legitimate concerns. He glared at her, electing to speak but deciding...

Perhaps if not in such close proximity with the world's most unpredictable punch-machine, Cyr may have felt inclined to ask just how bi-polar his conversation partner was. He instinctively leaned away from her figure, alas the man could still feel the heat and intensity that radiated from her...