Well. I'm glad I'm not him.
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Thread Topic: Well. I'm glad I'm not him.
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Anthony: But you did get him into trouble.
Dylan: It wasn't very nice, Abel. :I You knew she would flip.
Yeah..
*sighs*
*le walking around on top of the roof, brothers sitting safely on the ground*
But I never said he had to. He did it willingly. -
Patch: What happened? And get down from there.
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*pats Abel*
Abel. Then why did you do it in the first place? -
Patch: ..Did you kill the rabbits? :I I have a lot of brothers, sweetie.. But I'm assuming you're talking about Pitch since he's.. *grumbles* ..the most important Fraser.. >=>
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Patch: Oh.. Good. *frowns* Pitch is busy anyways.. ..PASTEL.
Pastel: Here. -
Pastel: *quickly steps in*
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Pastel: Harriett.. *hugs her like his own daughter*
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Harriett: *silently buries face in his chest, shaking*
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Pastel: *strokes her hair* Need anything?
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Harriett: *sniffling* More pillows.. These suck. And, something to eat. Uncle Travins wont let me have anything good.
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Pastel: Alright.. I'll be right back. *disappears*
Pattern: Oh my god, Hattie. Are you alright? When did this happen? -
Pattern: And why did he do that?
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Pastel: *back with pillows and a tray with soup and a grilled cheese sandwich*
Pattern: And that was...? -
Pastel: *sets the tray down and fixes the pillows behind*
Pattern: What the hell is he going to do with it afterwards? Why Angel and Pitch? -
Pastel: ..He needs to make his own and stop messing with your family.
Pattern: Angel still can't have kids. Pitch has yet to give her the thing Ant gave him. And not to mention he has no time to do so.
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