Singillatim Mod Helpers (
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singillppl2024-03-16 11:10 am
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ic fmk: sing edition

— post your a toplevel for your character or throw three people's names out into the ether
— decide which one your character would like to fuck (or hug for the wee ones), marry, or kill
— respond appropriately
— shenanigans ensue

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but she's just sitting there— very quietly— red in the face—
It's a very close proximity.
To, like, a boy.
(His hair does kinda smell like a barn. Sawdust too, she thinks. It's not all that gross.)
You're fine. 'm not a fan of Other Things either. and she's glad she doesn't have to explain anything further with that, her shoulders seem a whole lot less tense. ]
Frodo. [ She corrects him. ] We're not calling him Derpy, anymore.
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Tim's hot leaf juice (tea) is no longer warmish and the cup just sorta precariously dangles off the fingers of one limp hand.
Tim, having found a mildly horizontal surface to rest his head against as he sits, is breathing very evenly, very deeply.
Her shoulders are too small, too bony, and a flyaway strand of hair tickles his nose.
7/10. Would not recommend.
Dead to the world, she should count it as a miracle that he's not even drooling. Tbh.]
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... oh my gosh, did he... literally just fall asleep on her?!
Her face is still burning with... well, it's not indignation but it sure is burning. It's... something. A BOY FELL ASLEEP ON HER AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
So she's just going to... sit there, still as stone. Face bright red.
(And also take that tea away from him before he spills it all over them.)
(Thank you for not drooling.)
Someone please help. ]
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SO RUDE