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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 1:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 8:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 8:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 8:39 pm
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{Considering the direction I plan on having my character go, they're ******** if that's the case. XDD
Thank you very much for the compliment, though~ :3}
Justine rolled over to face her master, a broad grin plastered upon her lips. "Things like this never start off easy, no matter how much we want them to. Besides, with you here at my side, things are bound to get better. In fact, I wouldn't even be here, alive, if it weren't for you. Don't underestimate how much help you've been."
{Ikr? It seems like the vocaloids, although their anime adaptions are cute, are the flawed prototypes to the splendid music that the fans create.}
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 8:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 9:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 9:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 6:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 6:25 pm
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Raphael remained very still for a few moments. One would almost think he were dead or something had his face not proceeded to become very red, which was surprising considering his lack of proper blood flow. Eventually he forced himself to clear his throat in some semblance of forming a response to the rather sudden question. "W-Well, I admit, I've certainly come to...enjoy your company thus far, and, er..." While Raphael the vampire could be considered to be suave, smooth, and an all around elegant man, the emotions still belonged to Raphael the musician from way back when, a man who always had problems talking about such things. His classy exterior was quickly crumbling away under the pressure as his eyes flicked about the room, rubbing his neck all the while as his cheeks showed no sign of paling any time soon. "...Ah, that is to say..." If his heart was still beating, it probably would have jumped out of his chest at this point. "Don't get me wrong! I-I really do like you! I-I just...!" At this point he gave up trying to form words and hung his head in defeat, finding a sudden interest in the bed sheets as he stared down at the bed. In his previous life, this was about the time he would've bullshitted some excuse about having to take inventory for his shop or something like that. Alas, there was no longer any feasible excuse he could pull wishing he could crawl under a nice rock right about now.
((You may now "AWWWWW" accordingly. And now dinner. I bbl.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 7:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 7:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 9:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 9:25 pm
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