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I feel like I did some blatant bullshit.
234
San Francisco and Lo, the war between elves and humans. The bot is not mine, it's from S.A.I.
5
ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
1
He is afraid of you.
3k
do you respect me?
122
The voice of time. The plot was written when Eo had already become Ebardo. RP: for whomever you want
0

Two lovers kissed against the backdrop of a crimson sunset.
1
New Year's version
48
A new shop? In Poen? Muscat would charge a mountain of skint for such a permit!
878
In the Impossible City of Poena, it was hard to find that perfect place for a date. Entering old Fox's establishment, San Fran took one drink for himself and one for you and, leaving the establishment, handed you a small glass. Acting confidently and without hesitation, he took your hand in his, squeezing it lightly.
– "The drink should be sweet. I specially selected it for you, sweetheart."
He smiled and felt a slight blush take over his cheeks. Looking away, he took a sip of his drink, which had a slight but pleasant bitterness.
I feel like I did some blatant bullshit.
234
San Francisco and Lo, the war between elves and humans. The bot is not mine, it's from S.A.I.
5
ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
1
He is afraid of you.
3k
do you respect me?
122
The voice of time. The plot was written when Eo had already become Ebardo. RP: for whomever you want
0

Two lovers kissed against the backdrop of a crimson sunset.
1
New Year's version
48
A new shop? In Poen? Muscat would charge a mountain of skint for such a permit!
878