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6 yrs ago
Current I'm not back or anything..... >.> Baka
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8 yrs ago
Apologies, I know I haven't been the best partner in recent months; but I just found too much trouble to continue with personal road blocks. Sadly this marks my farewell: I bid adieu, GG ^-^ <3

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Good to have fun with my fellow Rpers. I wish best of luck and most of fun. Mayhaps I'll see yall again some day, but for now I take my leave. Thanks for all the fish.

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Then why don't you just edit your previous post if you have something more to say :L


Cuz its a pain when I'm on my phone ¬_¬
Also, no double, triple or even more posting after eachother just to get it. I'm mainly talking about you, unlucky.


Whaaaat? When I have stuff to say, I say it :D
._. its a lot easier to write and more can be told with pronouns....
I is here ^-^ this looks like good stuffs :3
Morgan didn't understand why the red head was so violent, but she was undoubtedly the wrong person to have a fateful encounter with. Though, as menacing as she was, she did, at least, have enough self-control to not pummel the 13 year old. Still, Morgan couldn't do anything but watch in horror as the bully ripped the shirt straight off, to use as a make-shift bandage. And although the sheer strength alone was impressive and intimidating, the real trauma was caused by the fact that she had just lost the one layer of clothing preventing the world from seeing her two petite, little bumps.

Growing up without a mother meant many a great things. Although a child could get by with the hit or miss tactics from a parent of an opposite gender, the more sensitive subjects can be trickier to handle. Especially when the child lives alone from such a young age. Bras, in this case, were the latest of hurdles in the life of a young woman. Even if the support was unneeded, in times like this even the most irritating of designs would be better.

As soon as the shirt left Morgan's body, arms went flailing trying to cover any and all exposed skin before darting downwards and curling against her knees to hide from prying eyes. Keeping her own head down in an attempt to hide the embarrassment that had suddenly flooded her body. Neither Retsu nor Yoshino seemed to care much, as they both continued on talking without any wavering in speech, but Morgan just sat and listened while they talked. Then, eventually, giving Morgan advice to get a new shirt at the school store and a summon to the president's office before sending Morgan on her way.

With her belongings covering up the problem areas, Morgan slinked her way around the backways before reaching her apartment and acquiring a fresh shirt, as well as a small, lightweight overcoat. Truth be told, Morgan felt like just laying in bed screaming and crying, but the president had given her orders to meet immediately. After locking the door and taking her bento again, Morgan made a brisk pace towards the president's office, as she was a bit afraid as to what the red head might do if the two of them were in cahoots together. Upon arrival, Morgan was told to given a seat outside the door and wait to be summoned or for further instructions.
Well, I get computer access again Sunday night, so count me in if needed. ^-^
:'3 my bento is alive!

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But now I have to immediately show to the president,but I'm half nekkid D:
Sorry, I'm on my phone with no signal xD
Wait, that was a motor bike? xD oops
RIP Fancy Cup~
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