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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Airey was finding it completely impossible to not smile at the moment. Not even when he realized that they had left her ice cream rose up in the tower. "Not to worry, I placed plenty of charms on it. Shouldn't melt or anything until we head back up," he said with some more bouncing and grinning.
Next thing he knew his tie - one of his favorites actually - was on fire. "OOH! MY TIE IS ON FIIIIIIIIIIIIRE! MY TIE IS ON FIIIIIIIIIIRE! IT'S WALKING ON FIIIIIIIIIIIRE! MY TIE IS ON FIIIIIIIIIRE!" he sang again, obviously ignoring the woman's warnings to stop singing. And then his tie was no more. His brain was going insane seeing what was left of his tie, but his mood did not change. Well, it DID change. It became even happier. "AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII IIIIII will always love yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo oooo!" he sang to the tie ashes on the ground.
Oh! Hecate wanted ice cream? "I have some ice cream up in my office!" Yeah, he had missed the point. Wasn't it funny how the ice cream was melting into puddle on the ground? Ants would probably be by eventually if it weren't cleaned up.
Ants. HAHAHA. That was a funny word.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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