S-STOP!
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Wesley: *yelp*
Peter: ..Perhaps. Or maybe I'll try to buy you and take you home~
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Adric: *pounce* *snuggle cuddle*
Porter: o3o *runs over* *and hugs them both*
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Paisley: ..It's okay. *rolls, laying down beside him* I like being protected. It makes me feel.. Important. But I don't like not being able to hang out with my own father.. And I want some free range.
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Ruairi: All of that. :I
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Darryl: *snuggle cuddle* -
Shiloh: *wide eyes* *pulls it out* Oh..
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Pitch: *cuddles them, sighing happily*
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Crowley: You're right.. And I'll give you that.
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Melina: Maybee.
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Waylon: *slowly cuddles back* -
damnit
*Ansel: Buy.. me? Why would you buy me? -
Wesley: *BAWLS*
Peter: Because I can't just steal you.
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Adric: Pitchy?
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Paisley: Really?
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Ruairi: Just admit it. :U
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Darryl: *purr* -
Shiloh: ..Your crying.. Stop crying.
Ansel: *looks away* I'm not a toy.
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Pitch: Yes?
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Crowley: *slowly* Yeahh..
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Melina: Nu!
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Waylon: Are you okay with being a girl? -
Wesley: I-I CAAAAAN'T.
Peter: Maybe. But maybe you are~
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Adric: You really need to check on your other kids..
Porter: *suddenly flickers, age jumping to 15* *shoves Adric* That's a horrible idea! Those kids are HORRIBLE! They keep on complaining that we've gone and stolen their father! e.e They don't deserve it.. Never.. I hate them.
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Paisley: ..Come protect me under the covers. :I I'm cold and I dun wanna get sick.
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Ruairi: Yus.
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Darryl: For now.. Yes. -
Shiloh: *frowns* *tosses knife away and unties him*
Ansel: *raises brow* I'm a Fraser. Be scared.
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Pitch: *grabs Porter's arm* Porter! Enough! I'm going to see them. Not only for Adric but because I haven't been a very great father towards them.
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Crowley: As you wish. *climbs in*
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Melina: *pouts*
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Waylon: How does it feel..? -
Wesley: *instantly puts hands on injured wing* *and curls wings around his body, hiding from Shiloh*
Peter: ..And why would I be scared? .-. I've never heard of a 'Fraser'..
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Porter: *starts crying* You don't get it! What if they try to kill us? I-I can't protect us from them forever. They don't like us, Dad. One of them hurt my neck.. I can't stand them because they won't accept our existence. You can't go.. You just can't..!
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Paisley: *silently snuggles up close, gazing up at him*
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Ruairi: ..If you don't I'm going to take you into my room where I will f--- you. :I
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Darryl: Um.. I dunno. Different but natural. -
Shiloh: *frowns*
Ansel: Damn.. I just want to go and find Colten.. Hurry up.
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Pitch: *pulls into hug* But if I don't, they'll continue to hate you.
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Crowley: *runs fingers through her hair*
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Melina: *hides face*
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Waylon: Oh. *leans in and sniffs* Hm.. -
Wesley: What's wrong with you?
Peter: ..Hmm..
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Porter: *sniffles* ..Tell them to stop it. And then we'll stop.. *yawns, flickering back to smaller size and age*
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Paisley: *purr*
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Ruairi: Silly.. *smiles* *to his bedroooom*
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Darryl: owo What are you doing? -
Shiloh: I don't know.
Ansel: *watches*
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Pitch: I will.. *sad smile* *takes off crown and puts it on his head*
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Crowley: *nuzzle nuzzle*
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Melina: *squeals* o3o
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Waylon: You smell.. nice. -
Wesley: ..Why'd you stop?
Peter: ..Hey, Shiloh, can I steal Ansel from you~?
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Porter: *soft purr*
Adric: ..Oh! Pitch. Iann said to not go anywhere near Harriett. :I
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Paisley: *puuuuurr*
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Ruairi: *plops down, snuggling with her*
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Darryl: Really? .O. -
Shiloh: Because you look helpless. *turns* Sure.
Ansel: *wide eyes*
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Pitch: Why not?
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Crowley: *rubs her arm*
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Melina: *snuggles back*
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Waylon: Very.. Yes. -
Wesley: *relaxes* ..I am.
Peter: ^O^ Excellent. *slices chains, using them as a sort of leash* We're going to have so much fun~~
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Adric: He said she's lost it. That she'd likely kill you..
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Paisley: *closes eyes* Crowley?
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Ruairi: Do you want it taken now, Mels?
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Darryl: Huh. That's weird. -
Shiloh: Hnn.. Get out of my face or I'll really hurt you. *slips clothes on and sjts at the edge of the bed*
Ansel: ..Woof. -3-
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Pitch: *eyes darken* Then I don't want her out. I want her locked up in a secured place where she can't hurt anyone! I don't want her roaming about!
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Crowley: Yes, Pais?
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Melina: I.. I don't know.. Or care, I guess.
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Waylon: How so?
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