*at her office*
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Thread Topic: *at her office*
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      (Nnughh. So many PitchxAngel fans... Guilt. .//.')
Miranda: THANK YOU AMOS! :D
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Song: *cries, hugging him back* - 
    
      
      (Sorry. Was cleaning.
I know.)
Amos: *waves a portal* We'll use Broken's lab.
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Pitch: But they're gorgeous.. like.. *shuts up*
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Artie: *pulls away, wiping her tears* Please don't cry, Song.. - 
    
      
      Silas: Alright.. *walks in*
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*stares*
...Like what? - 
    
      
      Miranda: *follows*
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Song: *does so, sniffing* - 
    
      
      Amos: *there at Broken's* Okay.. I need a female blood sample so..got a sister?
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Pitch: Like...like flowers. :P *wat* *blushes from embarassmentxD*
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Artie: *smiles* *THEN KISSES HER~* - 
    
      
      Silas: Yes. *mentally calls for Charity*
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*blushes*
Oh. Thank you, Pitch.
*jumps*
I have to go. Silas needs me. See you around, Pitch.
*fades away* - 
    
      
      Miranda: *sits, watching*
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Song: *surprised noise* *kisses back*
(OMG ARRRTTIIEEE. ;3;) - 
    
      
      Amos: Good. Cause it takes forever if not.
Broken: *watches, sighing* Meanwhile, Broken if sitting here, lonely and depressed because he never get to meet his daughter. And he watches as people take over his lab. -3- He thinks that this is the most amazing thing.
Kilo: ..Ignore him. :I
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Artie: *continues, holding her close*
(Tadaaa~) - 
    
      
      Silas: I am deeply sorry. I'll-
*fades in*
I'm here. What's up? - 
    
      
      Miranda: Aw.. Broken. You'll meet her soon. 3:
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Song: *tilts her mouth open* - 
    
      
      Broken: *shrugs, storming away*
Amos: *sighs, patting the metal table*
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Artie: *slips his tongue in, licking hers* - 
    
      
      (Song and Artie got some awesome action there. xx~ ;))
*sits on the table*
Silas: *joins her* - 
    
      
      (Lol. Ikr? X))
Miranda: This is gonna be fun. owo
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Song: *moans, slipping her hand up his shirt* - 
    
      
      (Hehe. xD)
Amos: *takes out a clean syringe*
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Artie: *shivers, pulling away* ..S-sorry.. - 
    
      
      Neeeedles. D:
*scoots away*
Silas: Oh, boy.. 
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