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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2019 1:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2019 2:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2019 2:46 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Auntie Caty's House
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Auntie Caty
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Arts and Crafts!
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? She seems really nice!
xxxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Mᴏᴏᴅ? Excited!
Simon was still getting used to being in a loving, supportive family. He was able to begin to repair some of the damage his parents had left him with. He also rather liked Gid and Rhys, as both were very nice to him and quite understanding of his silence. He had also discovered they had a lot of hiding spots for when he was overwhelmed, which made him quite happy. He was also learning how to do sign language, which, he'd discovered, was a lot easier for him than talking. He was also getting to know all sorts of people, as his family wasn't just the three of them, but rather several people.
That morning, he'd woken up and dressed himself (albeit with a bit of help) and was preparing to go to visit his Auntie Caty. He'd be helping on making some wedding things, and he was a vivid pink about it. After he'd been scooped up my the woman, Simon clung to her as she took him along to her flat so they could work. He looked over at her when she gave him options as to what to do, and he pondered for a moment. He liked candy a lot (having a new Grampa who could make all the candy he could ever want was both a blessing and a curse), but the fairy dust seemed... intriguing. So like that, he had decided. He shuffled a bit so his hands were in front of him, then he bit his lip as he tried to remember how to sign the words he wanted. After a moment, he signed "sparkles," and hoped she'd understand. The toddler still wasn't certain of his voice, and he was far too timid to talk in front of people he didn't really know all too well.
I'ʟʟ ᴅɪssᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴘᴏᴜʀs ɪɴ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ,
I ᴡɪʟʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ.
Dɪᴢᴢʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ ʟɪʟʏ ᴘɪɴᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴅs ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴋ,
Bᴜᴛ ɪᴄʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ.
Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙɪᴇs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴀᴍᴘᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2019 5:02 pm
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Don't wanna live as an untold story
Rather go out in a blaze of glory
I can't hear you, I don't fear you
I'll live now 'cause the bad die last
Dodging bullets with your broken past
I can't hear you, I don't fear you now 
ωєℓ∂єя | sℓчтнєяιи αℓυмиι | βιρσℓαя
☆═━┈---------------┈━═☆
◆◊ Caty waited patiently for the little boy to make up his mind, inwardly cooing over just how cute he looked in his pink hair, one of her favorite shades as well! When he finally responded with "sparkles" she grinned wider and clapped her hands excitedly. "Fairy dust it is!" She left the little boy in the living room while she went searching for supplies in the bedroom closet. After about a minute she returned with her arms filled of craft supplies to be used. "We're gonna have glow in the dark fairy dust in little vials for people to carry around or even wear as necklaces, won't that be fun?!" she explained eagerly plopping onto the ground with her craft bags. Inside one bag were small glass vials with cork stoppers and the other were the multiple bags of different colored glitter for use. It was only after she pulled out the glitter, scoop, ribbon, and the superglue that she realized she would need some sort of funnel and wracked her brain to remember if they had one anywhere in the flat. She finally remembered there might be one in the kitchen and leapt up to go search for one finding one, strangely, on top of the fridge. "Alright now I know we finally have everything! Do you want to hold the vial or scoop the glitter?" Caty asked Simon returning to her previous seat near him.◇◈
I wanna taste love and pain
Wanna feel pride and shame
I don't wanna take my time
Don't wanna waste one line
I wanna live better days
Never look back and say
Could have been me
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2019 8:20 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Auntie Caty's House
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Auntie Caty
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Arts and Crafts!
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? She seems really nice!
xxxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Mᴏᴏᴅ? Curious
Simon grinned brightly when Caty indeed understood what he'd wanted. He was set down to roam for a few minutes while she did.... whatever it was she was doing. He rooted through the bag his dad had packed and tugged out his blanket, twirling a bit to wrap up in the cozy material. When Caty came back, his hair changed to a soft teal as he hurried over to her. The toddler carefully examined all the things, His eyes swirled into new colors, mimicking the glitter she brought. When she explained their plan, the boy nodded along, agreeing happily that it'd be fun indeed.
Just as they went to sit down, Simon blinked as Caty jumped back up to go grab something. He lifted up the scoop in his chubby little fingers, examining it with a look of curiosity. When Caty walked back in, he looked over at her, then grinned as she sat. He set down his blanket beside him, then wielded the scoop like a small sword. He signed the word "Scoop!" at the woman, bouncing a bit. He was excited to help with the glitter for her fairy bottles, especially if they glowed in the dark. That just made them magical.
I'ʟʟ ᴅɪssᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴘᴏᴜʀs ɪɴ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ,
I ᴡɪʟʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ.
Dɪᴢᴢʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ ʟɪʟʏ ᴘɪɴᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴅs ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴋ,
Bᴜᴛ ɪᴄʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ.
Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙɪᴇs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴀᴍᴘᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2019 9:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2019 9:25 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Auntie Caty's House
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Auntie Caty
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Arts and Crafts
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Oh no I talked...
xxxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Mᴏᴏᴅ? Nervous
Simon was a little flustered by Caty's compliment, the boy's hair turning a soft green as he clutched the scoop to his chest. A blush touched his cheeks as she called him a cutie. It was certainly something he was trying to acclimate to. He watched as she settled a few things in place, then opened the gold glitter. He didn't move until she called it Tinkerbell's fairy dust, at which he grinned brightly. He loved Peter Pan, and his daddies had said Caty did too.... but he now knew it was true. His small hands shook a bit as he scooped up some glitter and dropped it into the funnel, a small trail of sparkles flittering through the air. His eyes were wide as he watched the glitter, before his quiet voice spoke up to say a single word, "Sparkly...." Just after he spoke, his teeth clicked together, the boy eyeing Caty to hope that she wasn't mad about his speaking. His daddies hadn't been, but he vaguely remembered the anger he'd get at speaking at his old house.... and around new people he was always nervous.
I'ʟʟ ᴅɪssᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴘᴏᴜʀs ɪɴ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ,
I ᴡɪʟʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ.
Dɪᴢᴢʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ ʟɪʟʏ ᴘɪɴᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴅs ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴋ,
Bᴜᴛ ɪᴄʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ.
Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙɪᴇs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴀᴍᴘᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2019 10:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2019 10:32 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Auntie Caty's House
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Auntie Caty
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Arts and Crafts
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? We're both sparkly!
xxxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Mᴏᴏᴅ? Happy
Simon wiggled his sock-clad toes as Caty spoke about the glitter. It was certainly exciting to work with her. After he spoke, she said the sparkles were to help think of only good things, which he figured was a very smart plan. Sparkly glitter always made him happy, after all, unless it made a big mess! The thought of messes stressed him out further, but after only a few seconds, Caty's voice drifted him back to the task at hand. She said her favorite was going to be the fairy dust because it'd make everyone sparkle at the end of her party. A small grin touched the toddler's lips, and he nodded at her. It would be fun if everyone was all glittery. He looked over at the glitter and covered his hands with it. He reached over and brushed a sparkly hand through Caty's dark hair, then got more glitter and ruffled it all through his own, now deep red hair. At that, he grinned brightly, wiggling happily since they were now both covered in the fairy dust, which meant they'd both be happy. That's what she'd said, after all!
I'ʟʟ ᴅɪssᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴘᴏᴜʀs ɪɴ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ,
I ᴡɪʟʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ.
Dɪᴢᴢʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ ʟɪʟʏ ᴘɪɴᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴅs ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴋ,
Bᴜᴛ ɪᴄʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ.
Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙɪᴇs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴀᴍᴘᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2019 10:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2019 10:38 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Auntie Caty's House
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Auntie Caty
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Arts and Crafts
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? We're both sparkly!
xxxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Mᴏᴏᴅ? Confident
Simon grinned wildly when Caty said she was extra super duper special happy now. He did that! The toddler clapped his hands and sat down to continue working on the fairy bottles. Occasionally he paused and shook his head slowly, watching the glitter flutter down around him. Hopefully she'd have glitter every time he came to visit! They worked hard for what was probably a couple whole hours before Caty decided to stop for now. Good, since he was starting to get tired of scooping. She next held out ribbons in two colors, leading the boy to become a bit indecisive. His hair swirled both colors of the ribbon, then it turned a deep gold when he made up his mind. He pointed at the green one and tried to sign the word (though he signed red, since he still didn't have all the color signs figured out). He was ready to keep going, despite his butt starting to hurt from the floor. After ribbons meant they'd get to make candy, and he was excited for that too.
I'ʟʟ ᴅɪssᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴘᴏᴜʀs ɪɴ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ,
I ᴡɪʟʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ.
Dɪᴢᴢʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ ʟɪʟʏ ᴘɪɴᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴅs ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴋ,
Bᴜᴛ ɪᴄʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ.
Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙɪᴇs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴀᴍᴘᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2019 9:43 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2019 4:15 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Auntie Caty's House
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Auntie Caty
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Arts and Crafts
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Ribbon Time!
xxxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Mᴏᴏᴅ? Thoughtful
Simon was glad Caty seemed happy about his choice in ribbon. He listened to her directions, hair turning a yellow-orange with his thoughtfulness. He ran his hands through his messy hair, glitter dancing around him as he moved. She was going to cut the ribbons and hand them to him, so his job was to make sure to watch them. He held out his little arms, letting Caty drape ribbons over them. He wiggled his toes in eager anticipation, but remained as still as he could so he wouldn't drop any ribbons. After all, he didn't want Caty to be mad with him!
He zoned out into his thoughts for a few minutes until he heard Caty put the scissors away. He blinked a few times, eyes changing to a wild violet and a dark green. He set the ribbons down gently, carefully straightening each out so it lay perfectly flat. He watched her grab out the bottles again, this time she asked about a ribbon. He debated between them (despite them all being perfectly identical), then lifted one and carefully handed it over. He did the same with each, looking happy as a clam.
I'ʟʟ ᴅɪssᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴘᴏᴜʀs ɪɴ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ,
I ᴡɪʟʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ.
Dɪᴢᴢʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ ʟɪʟʏ ᴘɪɴᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴅs ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴋ,
Bᴜᴛ ɪᴄʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ.
Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙɪᴇs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴀᴍᴘᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
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