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psa

no one talks to me, as per usual. i mean, there's 57 of you.

and only like, 3 of you talked to me. which is no longer the case i suppose.

sooo. yeah. i attempted to bring this muse back but i guess it's not meant to be. i tried.

no point in me whining about it. it only causes problems.

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the nurse let me have my phone back...

but i can't see very well...

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sooo...

johns. sorta dying.

yeeeaaahhh.

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You've had a bad feeling all day.

Right when you woke up. You knew something wasn't right. Or wasn't gonna be right. But you couldn't think of anything. So, you tried your best to ignore it and go on about your day.

The shop has been busy lately since it's wedding season and such so you decide to get there a little early so you can get some cleaning done before it opens. You hum as you walk down the street, pulling out your keys as you approach the side entrance. You enter and set your keys on the counter next to the register and locate the broom and dustpan.

Humming and singing to some song in your head, you go about straightening up and sweeping the floors. It's almost opening time and you're just about done when suddenly

CRASH!

Before you know it there's glass everywhere and a group of 3 masked men busting in. You panic and head for the cash register, trying to defend it.

"Give me all your money!!" One yells.

"No!" You return, glaring.

Another punches you across the face and you go tumbling tot he floor. He grabs you by your collar and the first one yells again.

"Open the goddamn register!"

"Fuck you!" You spit, blood pouring from your mouth from the punch.

The leader nods at the one holding your shirt and he begins to beat you repeatedly. The third one joins in and the leader goes to try to open it on his own. Obviously, he can't, and gets frustrated. He tells his two lackeys to pull you up and pulls out a gun.

"Last chance, open the fucking register." He says slowly.

"G-Go to hell..." you wheeze out, thoroughly bruised and bleeding all over.

The lead robber sneers. "Fine." He shoots you twice, once in the stomach and once in the leg, and you cry out. The two men drop you while the leader takes the register and splits.

You're left, wheezing on the floor and weakly trying to dig your phone out of your pocket. With blurred vision, you call whoever happens to be the last person you talked to. They answer and all you can get out is a small "h...h..elp..." before you pass out from blood loss.

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notyouraverageegbert replied to your post: using :) makes my balls feel smaller

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Your muse walks in on my muse undressing and catches the various scars along their body. What is your muses reaction? What do they do?

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my name is john egbert and i'm very easily distracted.

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You practically scream in surprise before it dissolves into laughs. You slap at Jake's tickling hands before dropping and catching your breath. Once done you stand and pout at the adventurer. "Well that wasn't nice of ya! And I made a present for you and everything." You say, trying to keep your pout. But it was hard to stay mad at the goofy man.

Despite your usual good intentions as he bends over you tilt your head a bit, admiring not just the nice shape of his ass but his slender legs, too. Swallowing you shake your head as he moves on and you let out a breath before running up behind him and suddenly tickling his sides. “Polo!" You shout, back to the playful routine that you started with. You let out a bout laughter, grabbing your sides at his reaction. It was too grand. You really had it in for this kid and you didn’t even realise it yet. “Good show, good show, ahaha! You’re not too bad at this, chum!"

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You jump outta your skin and whip around to find no one there. You sigh and realize that you've dropped your flower crown. With a pout, you lean over to pick it up, unsuspecting of the man watching you (and consequently, your butt) not too far away. You brush the petals off and and start walking again. "Marco!" You call out once again.

You watch from behind as he walks away from you, not even knowing of you so close behind. You held your grin as you snuck up close to him though still a good arms length away. “Polo!" You say softly, crouched a bit more so the brush would hide you. You were gonna do a sneak attack and catch him by surprise. After all the hunting you’ve done, you have plenty of experience with staying hidden if need be. Though this was all fun in games, and you were glad John took the time out to amuse you for just a bit. You’d have tons more fun when you reached the main event!

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You hear rustling in the distance and stop, concentrating on listening. You can't wipe the grin off your face. This is too much fun! You haven't played with anyone since your late elementary school years. You hear Jake call out and turn to run in that direction. But you know how this game goes. And just as you would expect, he's gone. You grin, twisting the flowers together in a familiar pattern. You pick a direction and start walking again, slowly. "Marcooo!"

You hear him call out your name but don’t say a word, grinning like an idiot. it just goes to show how lonely you’ve been, though. Getting to do something like this with someone for once made you ridiculously happy. You watch him from a distance, then hearing him call out Marco. You chuckle softly and cover your mouth. God, you felt like a little kid. Moving a bit around him you call back out, “Pollo!" You moved quickly, though so you’d be far from that spot for him to catch you.

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Oh pardon me. I meant green...ahem.

>You'd say something if it weren't for your red face. Instead you giggle quietly at your feet and rub at your cheeks.

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You follow Jake into the fields and sort of panic when he disappears into the flowers. Jeez you hate being short sometimes. "Jake...?" You call, a little worried. But you stop to think for once. Now Jake wouldn't really let you get hurt or leave you here. Didn't he say something about fun too? You take a deep breath and smile. Fine, if he wants to play, no big deal. You start walking, picking flowers as you pass them. "Marcoooo!"

Taking a gander at the flowers, they were grown in much taller than last time. You, yourself stood taller than them, but John could manage to easily hide at his height. Grinning at him you pull him to follow you into the field and work up to a slow jog. “Come on, let’s have some fun, shall we?" With that you release his hand and head off in a different direction before ducking down to be out of view. It might seem cruel, but you wanted to tease him a bit to see how much he’d be willing to let go and have some fun.

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Grey and gray if you will.

two things.

firstly, that's very sweet :) 

and secondly....

"GRAY: I sincerely wish you would notice me."

er. i'm standing right next to you Jake. <:')

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Reblog and see if you get a color.

PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.

FUSHIA: I wish I could bestfriend you off the internet.

GREY: You leave me with jumbled words.

RED: You cause my heart to burn with a fiery passion!

GRAY: I sincerely wish you would notice me.

PINK: It would be most kind should you choose to follow me.

TEAL: We have quite a lot in common.

BLUE: You are m-my tumblr crush...

ORANGE: I dislike your page.

YELLOW: PLEASE! I REQUEST YOU TO BE SEXUALLY INTIMATE WITH ME!

WHITE: I ASK FOR YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE!

GREEN: I find you most attractive...!

BLACK: I would quite enjoy spending time with you...just the two of us...

BROWN: I dislike you.

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