Uuu~
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Thread Topic: Uuu~
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That felt good~
Renjin: I'm glad.
Jamie: x.x You both hurt meeeee. -
Nivera: *le only one alive of the three girls* ..Reeeeeen. I leave, and you do God only knows what. *sigh*
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Renjin: Sorry. ;w;
Ilya: *stretches out, yawning* He f---ed us.
Jamie: WITH A--
Renjin: SHHHHH. -
Nivera: Why? Ren, couldn't you just have waited? I mean, I understand Ilya and Jamie, Lee and El are dead and all, but- *softly* ..They already knew, right?
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Renjin: *squirms* *head down in shame*
Ilya: .. *sad little nod*
Jamie: ;-; I miss Lee.. -
Nivera: ..*scoots over, kissing him, long and dead* Make up for it, Ren. I know you can.
Ryder: *there* *softly* You two need to go see Kyle. You are their sole heirs. And there's a few things that survived the explosion. -
*deep not dead whoa
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Ren: *kisses her back, nuzzling her neck* Of course, Ni~
Ilya: *wide eyes* *POUNCES ON DAUGHTER* *intense cling*
Jamie: ..Huh? -
Nivera: *soft little noise*
Ryder: *cuddles back*
Phillip: *slowly* Mom left you some things, Jamie. -
Ren: *lowers voice* How about we take this somewhere else?
Ilya: *holds her close* My darling angel.. Are you okay?
Jamie: ..Did she? *stares at him* -
Nivera: Happily~
Ryder: Yeah. Um, Glitch isn't, though. He lost a leg. Anabell fixed him, though. She's Queen Cndria's daughter. Kyle and the remaining have taken shelter there, so..
Phillip: *nods* Photos and things. A diary, I think. Some tapes, clothes.. -
Renjin: *holds out a hand*
Ilya: ..Can we go see them?
Jamie: Oh. Okay.. I want them. *mutters* Jamie.. Not father.. Jamie.. ;w; -
Nivera: *takes it*
Ryder: *to Anabell and Glitch!*
Phillip: ..*sighing* You're not actually my father, you know. -
Renjin: *to some other place~*
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Ilya: *worried father expression*
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Jamie: ..B-But--
Leuan: Stop whining, panda boy!
Jamie: *SHRIEKS* -
Nivera: ..*urrs*
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Anabell: *about Ilya's height, with waist-legnth red-brown hair, a gold eye, and a green one* *a small, silver tiara rests on her head, contrasting sharply against the polished black jewels on her gown* *kneeling beside a bed*
Glitch: *on said bed, forehead beaded with sweat*
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Phillip: ..Iry Bell and Anne Grace are still alive, too, you know. *stares at the person like what*
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