It's just that.. He's so little..
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Thread Topic: It's just that.. He's so little..
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(That's lovely..)
Angel: *gently pulls Abel out of his shirt, setting him under the blankets to the side* *hugs*
Maveen: Good! ..Not many people do. 'Cuz I'm Grey's daughter. But I'm not! I call Pitch Daddy.. I don't like Grey. e-e He's a meanie face. -
Pitch: *hugs back, tightly*
Pastel: Ah. Well ignore those people. You're Pitch's.
(I gtg. Night.) -
(Night, Rosey~)
Angel: I love you so f---ing much, Pitch.
Maveen: :I I know.. Even if I have to transfuse my blood with his, I'll prove it, someday. -
Pitch: And I love you the same. *smiles*
Pastel: *sighs* Yeah.. -
Pitch: *kisses her cheek*
Pastel: I'm just stressed. My real dad is coming over and yeah.. :I -
Pitch: Want me to tuck you in? *teasing smile*
Pastel: ...Yeah. Enero isn't really my dad. -
Pitch: *scoops her up and off to the bed they goooo*
Pastel: Wallace Ben Finland. -
(I keep on typing "Potch" instead of Pitch. xD)
Pitch: *lies her down, pulling up the covers*
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Pastel: Guess so. I don't want to see him but I have to. -
Pitch: Okay. *joins her, wrapping his arms around*
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Pastel: Patch is making me. She says I need to be respectful. And... I've never actually...talked to him. He left my mother before she had me. -
Pitch: *chuckles, nuzzling* Thats interesting. :P
Pastal: She's scary though.. -
Pitch: Hm. I guess she did get it from you.
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Pastel: ..Um.. okay. I'll probably be dead after. :P -
Pitch: *sits up* ..Why? Come here.
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Pastel: Yes. But she is mentally unstable and I don't know what she'll do. -
Pitch: *sighs, healing him* ..I understand where you and your mother are coming from but calling people names is rude, Dylan. Like Kallen did to you. And ignore....that comment he said to you..
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Pastel: Okay. I will-
Pattern: *appears* *has apl bruised up forearm* Patch hit me.. Don't. ;~; -
Pitch: ..Boyfriend? You have a boyfriend? What's his name? How's he like? When did you meet him? *nopitchstaph*
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Pattern: *puffs out chest* Am not! -
Pitch: Ah. That's my son. :P *pats* Can I meet him some time?
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Pattern: Hmph! Take that back!
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