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dear_mun2016-01-24 10:23 am
finishedwiththoseerrands) wrote in dear_mun2016-01-24 10:23 am
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How to find an active home?
. . . . Really?
I mean, I doubt you'll find anyone who'll associate themselves with me. I mean, I'm sublime, but when people think of me, they think of Spongebob. I wouldn't take me seriously, either.
[He crosses his arms, a frown settled on his face.]
You got lucky on Tumblr, but I doubt taking me to this place will help you-- [He rose his tentacles up to make quotations in the air.] 'role play' me. [Unquote.] The games you're looking at looks like they're mostly dead anyway.
[There's silence as a tumbleweed rolls by.]
. . . Whaaaatever. Do whatever you want, mundane.
[He goes back to leaning back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the counter to go back to reading his Art magazine.]
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{{Edit: I just applied him to entranceway! *crosses fingers* }}
I mean, I doubt you'll find anyone who'll associate themselves with me. I mean, I'm sublime, but when people think of me, they think of Spongebob. I wouldn't take me seriously, either.
[He crosses his arms, a frown settled on his face.]
You got lucky on Tumblr, but I doubt taking me to this place will help you-- [He rose his tentacles up to make quotations in the air.] 'role play' me. [Unquote.] The games you're looking at looks like they're mostly dead anyway.
[There's silence as a tumbleweed rolls by.]
. . . Whaaaatever. Do whatever you want, mundane.
[He goes back to leaning back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the counter to go back to reading his Art magazine.]
_______
{{Edit: I just applied him to entranceway! *crosses fingers* }}
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No, it's not on the-- [ He just pauses to slam a tentacle onto his face. ] -- Be right up. Give me like 8 minutes.
[ He stomps on back to the kitchen, grumbling to himself. It's about 10 minutes and a whole lot of bad words later before he finally comes back out, balancing like 5 trays of food as he comes back out. ]
One order of everything? [ He calls out, before grumbling again. ]
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