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*Fisk brandishes a red-hot glass brand*

Well, if she doesn't say no... >:3
solid work

I've already screwed up a lab because I loaded the wrong assignment, and I didn't notice until it was due, so you're not alone in the 'not well-adjusted to school yet' party.
For fun, I searched for Armin on the page to see if i missed a post after I posted, just in case I messed someone up with my absent-mindedness.

Vincancity, I dun fucked both of us up, so I ended up not noting your post. Dx

The whole reason I was so hesitant to post for a while was because I thought I didn't have anything to respond to. Welp. My bad.
What are you two doing standing around and gawking like bloody idiots?"


Silas turned his head suddenly, finding himself caught between gawking uselessly between Talbot and Ambra. He'd failed to do a single useful thing the whole encounter, and it just dawned on him that his little venture to this corner of the battlefield had yeilded nothing good for anyone. Without the words to speak, he instead forcefully applied his palm to his face, in frustration. He gave Ambra another look-over, a tight pain in his chest. He came to try and help, and all he's done is... Well, nothing. gods damn it all, he was so useless as-is. If only he'd had the patience for magic, of some sort, he could at least have given a try at healing. Although, the one time he did give it a try, the wound only widened, so...

Silas cringed at the memory, only recovering as a new voice joined in. Lumara, as she introduced herself, reeked of alcohol and dried blood. And yet, in the midst of all the fumes, she seemed incredibly sober. Shakily, Silas stood himself up. Ambra seemed to be keeping herself awake, and he prayed she kept that up until they could find proper help.
"..Lumara, is it?" Silas questioned, jabbing Talbot in the side with his elbow. He gave his friend an edgy glance, deciding that any help was good help, at this point. He looked back to Lumara, still in awe of her alcohol tolerance. "...If we're surrounded, I sure hope you know a way out of this." Slias gave a quick glance back to their injured companion, again, awash with concern. "Preferrably with the least number of casualties."
Worth it.
You're old.

Happy birthday.
Mm, alright. Just gonna wait a bit before posting again. c:
This is still going on?

I already ended all necessary discussion on this subject, you daft fools.
Shy said
^ this basically.Then Tony over Doughboy, KAM over Lucky and then KAM to win it all.


OOH YEEEAHHH.
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