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today i havve decided to pose vvery demurely in front of a crashin wwavve wwhilst blushing and enlarging my eyes to three times their normal size to alloww maximum sparkling yes i wwill be doing this all day my sincere apologies to anyone wwho needs my servvices

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if only there wwas a big strong set of loww blood arms for me to fall into oh no @castigatedgement oops

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OH GOD. DO WE REALLY HAVE TO ROLEPLAY ON THE TIMELINE LIKE THIS? ARE OUR BACK-AND-FORTH PRIVATE MEMODUMPS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU ANYMORE?? GOOD FUCKING GOD, BRO, I THOUGHT WE COULD LEAVE A LITTLE MORE OF THIS SHIT STRICTLY CLANDESTINE.

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I MEAN THEY.

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OK. I'LL FLIRTATIOUSLY ROLEPLAY ON THE PUBLIC FEED WITH YOU.

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yippeeeeeeeeeeeee

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my wwonderful karkat you see i can nevver be satisfied wwith keeping our vvery intense and steamy roleplay to our privvate memo dumping grounds for they are simply too good and must be shared wwith the light of night

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okay noww roleplay you as a handsome and rugged wwarrior wwho came to the sea for peace only for your pumper to be stirred by the sight of me in a sea foam sprinkled night gowwn

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OK. FINE. *THE BRAVE AND SUPPOSEDLY RUGGED WARRIOR, I.E., ME, HAS ENDURED THE LAST OF HIS EXCESSIVELY ARDUOUS AND FRANKLY FUCKING GRUELING JAUNT FROM THE BATTLEFIELD TO THE SEASIDE. FINALLY. AFTER LONG LAST, HE HAS MADE IT TO HIS DESTINATION. AND GOD, IS HE READY TO FLUSH EVERY BLOOD-DRENCHED AND VISCERA-SPACKLED MEMORY OF WAR INTO THE SEA THE WAY AN OVERPAID LAMPLADY FLINGS ALL THE FETID REFUSE FROM A REST PLANK-COMMODE INTO THE MACERATOR AT THE END OF THE DAY. SUFFICE TO SAY, HE'S COME HERE TO FORGET SOME SHIT.* *OF COURSE. HE IMMEDIATELY NOTICES THAT HE ISN'T ALONE, BECAUSE IT WOULD BE RIDICULOUSLY STUPID BEYOND THE POINT OF FUCKING OBVIATION ITSELF FOR HIM TO BE A WARRIOR WITHOUT ANY PERSONAL-AWARENESS SKILLS. WHEN HE SEES A FIGURE STANDING WITH THEIR STRUT PODS IN THE WATER, THEIR HAIR AND GOWN GENTLY WHIPPED BY THE WIND, IT FEELS LIKE TIME ITSELF HAS HELD ITS BREATH AND TAKEN A STEP BACK TO LET THIS FATEFUL MEETING HAPPEN. THE WARRIOR FEELS A STIRRING IN HIS DEAD, DESSICATED BLOOD PUSHER BUT DOESN'T SAY A WORD YET. HE JUST WATCHES, TRYING NOT TO SEEM AS AWESTRUCK AS HE CLEARLY IS.*