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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 2:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 2:33 pm
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¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..𝑀𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒲𝓎𝒶𝓉𝓉 𝒜𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓂𝓈..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤
Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs Iғ ᴛᴇɴ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇғʟɪᴇs Lɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀs I ғᴇʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ 'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ғɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀɪʀ Aɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴅʀᴏᴘs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ Yᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇ Bᴜᴛ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴇ Milo pondered how to expound on Wyatt's explanation of what a Godfather was, and more specifically, James' role. Wyatt said he was like a third father and Driskol looked so positively befuddled! It was precious! The boy seemed both excited and annoyed at having three parents. Wyatt went on to say that the dogs would love him, same as the owls, Driskol said that he knew about owls. "You're right! Owls are my favorite animal, and I have two right now. Maybe soon Wyatt'll let me adopt another." He lovingly nudged his husband, grinning at the thought of their little house filling up. After they went back to taking about Kalin, Wyatt mentioned sweets, which made the younger man's belly gurgle in hunger. He gave an innocent grin, his cheeks a bit pink. Hopefully Driskol would distract them! Aha! Distract he did, with talk of macaroni and cheese, Milo was spared embarrassment! Good kid. He'd fit right in! 'Cᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɢs Fʀᴏᴍ ᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ ʙᴜɢs As ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ A ғᴏxᴛʀᴏᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ A sᴏᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴘ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴅ Tʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏ ʙᴀʟʟ ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2015 9:54 pm
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𝔄𝔤𝔢 𝟸𝟼 ⥽ 𝔓𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔯 ⥼ 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢 After months of talking with Milo, Tiffany had decided to look around the orphanage. Milo had given her an address and wishes of good luck, but that didn't seem to matter now. She looked up at the doors to Wool's, blue eyes wide with nerves. Now, she wasn't one to get nervous easily, but this was a big decision! She pushed open the unlocked door, then looked around. There were children running and playing, so she watched them for a moment, before moving on. The woman walked a bit, carefully dodging children, toys, artworks, and mysterious puddles as she went. After carefully adjusting her favorite hat, Tiffany decided she would talk to the first child that showed interest in her being there. Hopefully someone would notice! {OoC: Start of Scene. and Short Post... sorry!}
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2015 11:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 10:14 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 6:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 7:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 10:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 9:55 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 12:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 2:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 2:50 pm
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𝔄𝔤𝔢 𝟸𝟩 ⥽ 𝔓𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔯 ⥼ 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢 Tiffany watched to gauge the girl's thoughts on the fact that she was here to adopt in inspiration of her cousin. She spoke about a boy she knew to have been adopted, one who liked to paint. Tiff cracked a grin, nodding happily. "Actually, that boy, Drith, is the very one that my cousin adopted. If... If I were to adopt you, you would become related to him. Would... woud that be nice?" Now she had to hope and pray that the two were friends, and that Gertie wanted her as a mum. If she was wrong on either, it could play trouble. Of course, seconds after she spoke, Gertie said she missed him, meaning she might have been right. "I know. It'th very hard to have a dear friend move away." She nodded, understanding the girl's minor upset. Hopefully, they'd see each other again... and hopefully soon. {OoC:}
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 3:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 5:32 pm
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