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Spring Outfit
Work Outfit
Name:
Isabelle 'Izzie' McKenzie

Age:
Eighteen

Gender:
Female

Birthday:
Summer 19

Role:
Waitress
Also runs errands (at the inn or clinic especially) when the café has a slow day

Likes:
- Singing, listening to music. ♪
- Pranks, jokes, anything that makes her laugh.
- Having fun.
- Lemon cakes—all types of cakes, actually, but lemon cakes are her favorite.
- Particularly vibrant flowers, especially sunflowers.
- Thunderstorms. She likes to frolic and dance around when it's raining, and she finds the sound of thunder rather soothing.
- Having fun. It's there twice because she likes to have twice as much fun as other people~

Dislikes:
- Ghosts. It's a secret, of course, but she's never been good with anything related to the occult.
- Strict rules, and those that force her to abide by them.
- Uptight people who can't take a joke. Seriously, loosen up a little.
- Long work days without any time for fun.

Personality:
A known troublemaker, the sprightly Izzie believes it is her utmost duty to bring fun to the sleepy town and liven up everyone's day using any means necessary. She likes to joke around and pull harmless (or at least she thinks they're harmless) pranks on unsuspecting victims, all in hopes of spreading joy. If there ever comes a day when she doesn't laugh at least once, that could only mean it's the end of the world. Jaunty and a little reckless, there are times when she ends up unwittingly crossing the line. Her motives have never once been filled with, or fueled by, malice though. She just needs constant reminding that life isn't fun and games all the time.

Despite her penchant for mischief, Izzie is a natural people person with an infectious personality. She is nothing if not genuine, as anyone can tell by her hearty laughter and her ear-to-ear grins. It's perhaps both a blessing and a curse that she is as ignorant of established societal norms. On one hand, she is as open-minded as can be, and there is very little that perturbs her. She can behind any idea or exploit; the more convoluted and ridiculous, the better. If it sounds even the slightest bit of fun, you can bet she's on board. On the other hand, she cares very little about personal boundaries. She can be brutally honest if not censored, and more private people may find her innocently invasive habits unsettling.

Of course, Izzie isn't just a prankster with a devil-may-care attitude. While she is very prone to goofing around, she is surprisingly committed to her job, actually putting in more effort than is expected of her. It's hard to see her as a hardworker when it seems like she's always playing a game, but she does everything asked of her quite efficiently.

Background:
Izzie was born to two aspiring showbiz talents, both far too young and career-oriented to have properly taken care of a child. Her parents decided that it would best to leave her in someone else's care, so she was shipped off to Lily Town before she was even a year old. There, she would be raised by her maternal grandfather, who worked at the inn at the time. Izzie wouldn't get to see her parents until she turned seven. They came to the Valley under the pretense of wanting to see their growing daughter, but in actuality, it was little more than an attempt to elude the paparazzi hounding them at the time. They didn't even stay long enough to get to know her. As soon as it became clear that the tabloids would no longer be a problem, her parents immediately flew back to the city, leaving her with gifts as if it would make up for their absence.

Growing up, Izzie had very little constraints. Her grandfather was incredibly doting, and he constantly spoiled her with his affections. He had blamed himself for estranging his only daughter—he had spiraled into depression after losing his wife— and had therefore made sure not to repeat the same mistakes with his granddaughter. Where he was once distant and unyielding, he was now open and compliant. Instead of scolding her every time she caused trouble at school, he laughed with her as she told him of her latest antics. He was even proud when she had become infamous amongst the townspeople before she turned ten, responding to their many complaints only with an affectionate smile. As far as her grandfather was concerned, she was happy and that was all that mattered.

When she turned fifteen, her grandfather suddenly took ill. It wore him down, gradually making him weaker until he had to be constantly bedridden. At the time, her parents were knee-deep in a financial crisis of their own, so they had stopped sending her money. With her grandfather in desperate need of medication, Izzie had taken to doing odd jobs around the town. She ran errands for the shop owners and filled in wherever she can, until she finally found a permanent position at Daisy's Café.

As advised by the doctor, her grandfather had to move to the more peaceful and relaxing Flora Falls, where his close friend could watch over him 24/7. Izzie had to stay in Lily Town to continue her work, but she visits him frequently. She currently stays at the inn, where she gets a discount in return for the side work she does for them. In the same light, she runs errands for the clinic in exchange for a reduced price in her grandfather's medication.

Skills:
- Izzie's quite a talented singer, and she's surprisingly dedicated to honing her craft.
- She's pretty innovative, actually. It's just a shame that all her creative energy is spent on her pranks and silly antics.
- Izzie is also good with people—how else do you think she could get away with everything's she done so far? She knows how to turn on the charm~

Relationships:
Alex Garnet: Izzie is quite fond of Alex. She thinks she's quite amusing, and she always has a blast (often at Alex's expense, as she has taken to affectionately teasing her) when she drops by at the bar. It gets her every time Alex takes a sarcastic comment literally—it's just too funny—but Izzie points it out to her as soon as she's regained her composure. Izzie admires how hard she works on becoming more comfortable around people, because she can see that it isn't easy for her sometimes.

Henry Manteel: She's heard of the newest farmer in the Valley, but they've never formally met. Izzie could have sworn he's visited the café at least once, however.

Everett Micheals: Izzie frequently goes to the clinic to get her grandfather's medicine, so she's gotten to know Everett quite a bit. Because the doctor doesn't like exerting himself too much, Izzie often volunteers to do anything that requires strenuous physical labor. When she's bored and she sees the he's not too busy, she likes to drop by just to ask him some random and silly medical questions.

Elizabeth 'Eli' Stern: The mysterious girl! Since they're the same age, Izzie has been trying to befriend her ever since she moved in a month ago, but her attempts don't seem to be well-received. Still, Izzie persistently tries to engage her in a conversation at least once a day. She has a feeling that Eli's holding back a lot, and she wants her to at least try to just let loose and have fun.

Gaku Yamamoto: Izzie considers Gaku one of her closest friends. She doesn't get fazed by his tough guy persona (like everything else, she thinks it's amusing), and she can be just as blunt as him, so they don't need filters around each other. They can banter without worrying about hurting the other's feelings. Izzie usually hangs out with him whenever she's not busy working or prowling about the town in her super awesome quest to spread fun. She's also a big fan of his music, and she often finds herself humming his songs after she has listened to him play.

Isis Thorne: Izzie likes to visit the flower shop on her free time to look at the flowers and just talk to Isis. The florist is a really good listener and she has an amazingly soothing aura, so she Izzie's go-to when she's feeling unusually down.

Rosemary Bates: …who? Just kidding! Rosemary's a bit hard to get close to, so Izzie doesn't know her too well. She's heard her play before, though, and she thinks she's pretty good. Izzie thinks it's pretty entertaining when Rosie and Alex converse, because sometimes she feels like the two hardly get on the same page.

Other:
Never eat anything she cooks, or that will be the last thing you'll ever do.
Here are some ideas for Izzie's relationships. I'll edit in the finalized version once I've gotten everyone's input, and post it in the repository after. :)

Alex: I feel like Izzie would think she's amusing. She laughs every time Alex takes a sarcastic comment literally, but points it out to her afterwards. Izzie would take to fondly teasing her, too.

Henry: She's probably heard of the newest farmer in the Valley, but I don't know if they've ever met. Maybe he's been a patron at Daisy's café?

Everett: Izzie frequently goes to the clinic to get her grandfather's medicine, so I feel like she and the doctor should be well acquainted. Because Everett doesn't like exerting himself too much, Izzie would probably volunteer to do anything that requires strenuous physical labor. I can also see her popping in the clinic just to ask him some random medical questions because she's bored.

Eli: Since they're the same age, Izzie would probably want to befriend her. They're opposites to some degree, but I think they have that sort of 'unlikely friends' vibe. Izzie likes to talk, so she'll constantly try to engage her in a conversation. She'll probably try to recruit her in one of practical jokes, too.

Gaku: I agree with you! I think they'd actually be good friends (and maybe comfortable enough to throw affectionate insults at each other?). They seem to have a lot in common, and I can see them somehow bonding over their affinity for music. Izzie doesn't get fazed by Gaku's tough guy persona (like everything else, she thinks it's amusing), and she can be just as blunt as him, so they don't need necessarily need filters around each other.

Isis: Izzie likes to visit the flower shop on her free time to look at the flowers and just talk to Isis. The florist is a really good listener and she has an amazingly soothing aura, so she Izzie's go-to when she's feeling unusually down.
Thanks! :D I wasn't sure what I was going to do with the actual boss, so that'd help a lot.
I've also changed her birthday to nineteen and added an in-game appearance for fun~


Spring Outfit
Work Outfit
Name:
Isabelle 'Izzie' McKenzie

Age:
Eighteen

Gender:
Female

Birthday:
Summer 19

Role:
Waitress
Also runs errands (at the inn or clinic especially) when the café has a slow day

Likes:
- Singing, listening to music. ♪
- Pranks, jokes, anything that makes her laugh.
- Having fun.
- Lemon cakes—all types of cakes, actually, but lemon cakes are her favorite.
- Particularly vibrant flowers, especially sunflowers.
- Thunderstorms. She likes to frolic and dance around when it's raining, and she finds the sound of thunder rather soothing.
- Having fun. It's there twice because she likes to have twice as much fun as other people~

Dislikes:
- Ghosts. It's a secret, of course, but she's never been good with anything related to the occult.
- Strict rules, and those that force her to abide by them.
- Uptight people who can't take a joke. Seriously, loosen up a little.
- Long work days without any time for fun.

Personality:
A known troublemaker, the sprightly Izzie believes it is her utmost duty to bring fun to the sleepy town and liven up everyone's day using any means necessary. She likes to joke around and pull harmless (or at least she thinks they're harmless) pranks on unsuspecting victims, all in hopes of spreading joy. If there ever comes a day when she doesn't laugh at least once, that could only mean it's the end of the world. Jaunty and a little reckless, there are times when she ends up unwittingly crossing the line. Her motives have never once been filled with, or fueled by, malice though. She just needs constant reminding that life isn't fun and games all the time.

Despite her penchant for mischief, Izzie is a natural people person with an infectious personality. She is nothing if not genuine, as anyone can tell by her hearty laughter and her ear-to-ear grins. It's perhaps both a blessing and a curse that she is as ignorant of established societal norms. On one hand, she is as open-minded as can be, and there is very little that perturbs her. She can behind any idea or exploit; the more convoluted and ridiculous, the better. If it sounds even the slightest bit of fun, you can bet she's on board. On the other hand, she cares very little about personal boundaries. She can be brutally honest if not censored, and more private people may find her innocently invasive habits unsettling.

Of course, Izzie isn't just a prankster with a devil-may-care attitude. While she is very prone to goofing around, she is surprisingly committed to her job, actually putting in more effort than is expected of her. It's hard to see her as a hardworker when it seems like she's always playing a game, but she does everything asked of her quite efficiently.

Background:
Izzie was born to two aspiring showbiz talents, both far too young and career-oriented to have properly taken care of a child. Her parents decided that it would best to leave her in someone else's care, so she was shipped off to Lily Town before she was even a year old. There, she would be raised by her maternal grandfather, who worked at the inn at the time. Izzie wouldn't get to see her parents until she turned seven. They came to the Valley under the pretense of wanting to see their growing daughter, but in actuality, it was little more than an attempt to elude the paparazzi hounding them at the time. They didn't even stay long enough to get to know her. As soon as it became clear that the tabloids would no longer be a problem, her parents immediately flew back to the city, leaving her with gifts as if it would make up for their absence.

Growing up, Izzie had very little constraints. Her grandfather was incredibly doting, and he constantly spoiled her with his affections. He had blamed himself for estranging his only daughter—he had spiraled into depression after losing his wife— and had therefore made sure not to repeat the same mistakes with his granddaughter. Where he was once distant and unyielding, he was now open and compliant. Instead of scolding her every time she caused trouble at school, he laughed with her as she told him of her latest antics. He was even proud when she had become infamous amongst the townspeople before she turned ten, responding to their many complaints only with an affectionate smile. As far as her grandfather was concerned, she was happy and that was all that mattered.

When she turned fifteen, her grandfather suddenly took ill. It wore him down, gradually making him weaker until he had to be constantly bedridden. At the time, her parents were knee-deep in a financial crisis of their own, so they had stopped sending her money. With her grandfather in desperate need of medication, Izzie had taken to doing odd jobs around the town. She ran errands for the shop owners and filled in wherever she can, until she finally found a permanent position at Daisy's Café.

As advised by the doctor, her grandfather had to move to the more peaceful and relaxing Flora Falls, where his close friend could watch over him 24/7. Izzie had to stay in Lily Town to continue her work, but she visits him frequently. She currently stays at the inn, where she gets a discount in return for the side work she does for them. In the same light, she runs errands for the clinic in exchange for a reduced price in her grandfather's medication.

Skills:
- Izzie's quite a talented singer, and she's surprisingly dedicated to honing her craft.
- She's pretty innovative, actually. It's just a shame that all her creative energy is spent on her pranks and silly antics.
- Izzie is also good with people—how else do you think she could get away with everything's she done so far? She knows how to turn on the charm~

Relationships:
Alex Garnet: Izzie is quite fond of Alex. She thinks she's quite amusing, and she always has a blast (often at Alex's expense, as she has taken to affectionately teasing her) when she drops by at the bar. It gets her every time Alex takes a sarcastic comment literally—it's just too funny—but Izzie points it out to her as soon as she's regained her composure. Izzie's admires how hard she works on becoming more comfortable around people, because she can see that it isn't easy for her sometimes.

Henry Manteel: She's heard of the newest farmer in the Valley, but they've never formally met. Izzie could have sworn he's visited the café at least once, however.

Everett Micheals: Izzie frequently goes to the clinic to get her grandfather's medicine, so she's gotten to know Everett quite a bit. Because the doctor doesn't like exerting himself too much, Izzie often volunteers to do anything that requires strenuous physical labor. When she's bored and she sees the he's not too busy, she likes to drop by just to ask him some random and silly medical questions.

Elizabeth 'Eli' Stern: The mysterious girl! Since they're the same age, Izzie has been trying to befriend her ever since she moved in a month ago, but her attempts don't seem to be well-received. Still, Izzie persistently tries to engage her in a conversation at least once a day. She has a feeling that Eli's holding back a lot, and she wants her to at least try to just let loose and have fun.

Gaku Yamamoto: Izzie considers Gaku one of her closest friends. She doesn't get fazed by his tough guy persona (like everything else, she thinks it's amusing), and she can be just as blunt as him, so they don't need necessarily need filters around each other. They can banter without worrying out hurting the other's feelings. Izzie usually hangs out with him whenever she's not busy working or prowling about the town in her super awesome quest to spread fun. She's also a big fan of his music, and she often finds herself humming his songs after she has listened to him play.

Isis Thorne: Izzie likes to visit the flower shop on her free time to look at the flowers and just talk to Isis. The florist is a really good listener and she has an amazingly soothing aura, so she Izzie's go-to when she's feeling unusually down.

Rosemary Bates: …who? Just kidding! Rosemary's a bit hard to get close to, so Izzie doesn't know her too well. She's heard her play before, though, and she thinks she's pretty good. Izzie thinks it's pretty entertaining when Rosie and Alex converse, because sometimes she feels like the two hardly get on the same page.

Other:
Never eat anything she cooks, or that will be the last thing you'll ever do.


"Hey there, sleepyhead." A sigh of relief escaped Emmy's lips when Ash at last opened his eyes, and she greeted him with a small smile. She waited until he reoriented himself, then trailed after him as he made his way to sit on the bed, watching him curiously all the while. With her currently abnormal hypersensitivity to emotions, it wasn't difficult to see that Ash was practically radiating with anxiety. Like he was getting ready to divulge some top secret evil plans with her. She actually thought that's what he was going to do, especially after he just prefaced what he was going to say with a don't-tell-anyone-else warning, and for that split second, she had been wide-eyed with excitement.

Emmy was slightly disappointed when that turned out not to be the case, but a fresh wave of curiosity overcame her after Ash told her about his eye. She stared openly at Ash's face, awe-struck. She'd always wondered what the boy's reasons were for covering his face, but he wouldn't tell her, no matter how much she'd pestered him. Eventually, she decided he just wanted to appear dark and mysterious for Sloth, and left it at that. A hint of enigma did have its appeal, after all.

"Oh," was all she could say in response, so mesmerized she'd forgotten to say some words of reassurance, like she normally would whenever she knew someone was feeling anxious. Instead, Emmy was about to reach out, unable to quell the urge to run her thumb across his closed empty eye (what would it feel like, she wondered). But then Ash suddenly stopped talking. Before she could ask him what was wrong, he put a hand on her shoulder, and she found that she didn't to ask him anymore. Somehow, she knew.

After that, Ash rushed out and headed downstairs, though not before telling her to stay put. Emmy tried her best to do so, she really did. She felt the same foreboding sensation he probably did, given how panicked he was, and even she knew she was better off in his safe room. Dejectedly, she sat back down on his bed, pulled out her phone, and started sifting through her contacts. Ash said he lost his replica during the explosion, didn't he? She scrolled through the hundreds of names in her phone to pass the time, keeping a list of those who wouldn't mind giving up one of theirs if she just asked (which was surprisingly more than a handful). It didn't take long before she got bored, and she ended up walking circuits around the room.

It was a miracle that she even lasted five minutes. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she could tell based on the number of expletives yelled out that it was something very interesting. At first, she figured it was only Sam causing the commotion. Maybe he was testing new ways to hurt himself? That was totally what she'd do if she found out she had super healing powers. But the more the others yelled, the more she was convinced there was more to it than that. Emmy summoned the last of her self-control, but it didn't take. She needed to know. Now.

M'kay, that should be enough waiting, she thought as she made for the door. Equal parts curious and excited, Emmy was practically bounding down the stairs and to the living room. By the time she rejoined her fellow Sins, Sam had just finished a rousing speech that made her grin and swell with pride, no pun intended. She looked at Ash, seemingly dead set on visiting Sloth in her room but not moving, then to Angel who had a strange shield on his arm, and followed their line of sight. Was the intruder so menacing that they're gaping at him like that?

"Soo~ who's stupid enough to break in our… 'den'…"

Emmy faltered when she finally realized that intruder wasn't what she assumed. She thought it would be a giant, muscle-bound, bald man, but she was clearly off the mark. The shadow-like creature Sam was attacking wasn't even human. Instead, it looked like it was made from the same black substance as the explosion. Every anomaly seemed to be harkening back to that explosion, strangely enough. She knew this was a legitimate threat—Sam wouldn't be going all out on the creature's ass otherwise— but she couldn't help but admire the creature a little. Straight out of a comic book. Just like Sam's healing abilities… oh.

"Did your superpower go haywire, Sam?" she asked arbitrarily as Sam went for the creature's throat. She has a habit of focusing on the wrong things sometimes.
Woof.
As a means of precaution, Evie took to speculating the worst intentions such suspicious characters may have. She made the mistake of trusting so blindly once, and she had paid the price for it. But never again. Confident under the protection of Talbot and Tim—yes, even Tim with his shaky confidence and surprisingly endearing ungainliness—she held the mysterious newcomer's gaze as he locked his sights on her, an almost haughty and provoking look set in her eyes. If this man meant harm, it would serve them better if he were to think they were not afraid of someone like him. She looked at Tim, then back at the encampment where it was apparent that there were some too worse for wear, and the corners of her mouth turned downwards ever so slightly. They had numbers against this man, but it was questionable whether they matched his strength. Longwinded as he was, it seemed he had more energy to spare than some of the Shepherds combined.

For now, however, it seemed there was no need to start worrying about fighting. In a show of goodwill, the 'humble spellcaster' was quick to offer both provisions and his services to the team. He introduced himself in an almost pretentious manner, falling into longwinded rambling that she barely paid attention to. At that point, two more of the Shepherds came to the forefront—Rachel and Luna, if she remembered correctly.

Evie found safety in numbers, but it perturbed her that the man didn't seem at all worried. When it became obvious that the Shepherds were not as willing to accept him as he may have assumed, the Dark Mage simply launched into another rather verbose speech. Evie warily noted the deliberateness in his words and actions. The more he spoke, the less she trusted him, and she hadn't trusted him at all to begin with. Too smooth, too detailed, too certain. Evie could already list off a handful of things she thought to be suspicious behavior.

Luckily, the tactician seemed to be as wary as she had been. Evie didn't know whether questioning him would help—he seemed far too crafty to be tricked into revealing information—though it could be interesting to see how he'd respond.

While everyone focused on Logan, Evie subtly ghosted her fingers on Talbot's shoulder, hoping to get his attention without others noticing. "What do you think, Talbot?" she asked him, her words barely a whisper. Evie didn't want to divulge any of her thoughts, but she had come to the conclusion that keeping an eye on the lone wanderer might be for the best. At least this way, whatever shenanigans he was planning would have to be done right under their nose.
Gotcha. Working on it right now!


Once the surge of adrenaline had waned, Emmy became all too aware of the bruises that covered her arms and legs and the splitting headache that seemed to get worse by the second. The dress she wore didn't fare well in the explosion, torn and dirtied as it was. But as she tried to dust it off, another barrage of voices blasted in her head. Emmy's grip tightened on Harry as she tried to fight off the pain, but that seemed to only make the voices louder. Emmy was surprised to hear that there was a voice that sounded like Harry's among them. His was even the most prevalent one, and if she focused on singling him out, she could almost pick out distinct words. If it didn't hurt her head to do so, she'd probably get some sentences out of it.

Curiously, she looked up at Harry, to check whether he was actually speaking out loud and her mind was merely addled by the traumatic events. But that wasn't the case at all. The Harry in her head and the Harry next to her were never in sync.

Too exhausted to even try to figure out what was wrong with her (where would she even begin?), she chalked everything up to the head injury she probably sustained and forced herself to think of other things for now. Like Joni. Before Sloth left to get her wounds treated, she told one of them to contact the missing Sin, and Emmy wanted to do so immediately. But It was proving rather difficult to concentrate on other things. She'd been so focused on hushing not-Harry, she'd barely even noticed the strange look Ash was giving her. It wasn't until he'd gotten up and poked her on the shoulder that she realized he was speaking to her. In that second, she thought she heard Ash in her head, too, along with this wave of anxiety that washed over her.

"Be there in a bit," she told him distractedly as he left. "Let me just call Joni."

As her phone was by the table, Emmy had to reluctantly let go of Gluttony's arm. She was glad (and a little bit surprised) to hear the Harry in her head disappear soon after, but there was another thing that worried her more. After she had let go, there was a sudden pang of loneliness that filled her… or was it desperation? It was like it actually hurt to let go.

Whatever it was, it only lasted for a fleeting second, and she thought it was better not to bother. There were too many things to worry about right now. Joni wasn't answering (was she really going crazy or did she hear his phone ringing from the kitchen?), something seemed to be wrong with Ash, and Sam…

Sam had just come in with a strange, almost hysteric look in his face. Before Emmy could even comprehend what was happening, he jammed a knife in his hand without warning. He looked at his wound expectantly, and she could only stare wide eyed. Was this what the explosion did? Make everyone go crazy? She watched helplessly as blood started pooling from his hand, and looked to Harry and Angel for help. Should she wake up Sloth? Get Ash? ...and where the hell was Joni?

Before she could completely unravel in her panic, Emmy caught sight of a familiar-looking black sludge coming out from where Sam's blood oozed. Within seconds, the gaping wound disappeared, and his hand looked as good as new. Oh. Emmy was at a loss for words, but as she reached out and grabbed Sam's hand, to see if the wound really had healed, she felt a sudden wave of exhilaration. She smiled as widely as Sam, sharing his excitement at the miraculous display.

"Sam, that's amazing! You're like a superhero," she exclaimed."You should show Sloth; she'd freak! I'll go call Ash so he can see."

With that, she was off, finally getting around to seeing what Ash had wanted. So many strange things were happening, it was getting hard to keep track. What was with this day? The surge of excitement that enveloped her just moments ago was slowly starting to dissipate, just as the panic from before was slowly returning. That was another thing. Emmy desperately wanted to know why she was being so moody, excited one moment and anxious the next. As if hearing voices wasn't enough of a problem, now she had to tack on moodiness.

"Aaash, what did you want?" she called out as she neared his room.Emmy learned early on that Ash was a private person. That he was personally seeking her out was already as big of a miracle as Sam's healing, and she didn't think he'd go as far as let her in his room. "Ash?"

When he didn't respond, she poked her head in through the slit from the half-opened door, and rushed in when she saw him passed out against the wall. Her brows furrowed in concern. Ash was never one to admit when he was feeling sick. What if he was suffering from a fatal wound and he was just bleeding out without telling anyone? Suddenly worried but unsure of what to do, Emmy gingerly cupped his face with both hands and tapped his cheeks as gently as she could.

"Ash, hey, are you alright?" she asked. "You're not dead, right?"

« Wake up. » Emmy willed him.
Haha, I've gotta go make an account right now. I haven't used skype in a while, and I can't remember my password. I'll PM you soon, though.
And I'm technically (physically, obviously not mentally XD) still in school, I won't be able to post until a few hours from now.
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