≈ Hrm. Maybe Ĩ've been isolated for a little too long, actually. Ĩ nearly let slip some embarrassing horseshit. ≈
:33< mew can trust meow impurrlicicly with embarrassing horseshit
≈ Nay. Neigh, even. Ĩ'm sure you wouldn't be interested in the quadrantic affairs of an interuniversal heiress, anyway. ≈
:33< she says to the girl whos got walls dedicated to shipping
≈ Ĩt's just so terribly drab. Ĩ shan't bore you with the details. Every juicy detail kept locked right up where it belongs, away from uninterested eyes and ears. ≈
:33< im so d33ply intpurrested mew have no idea
≈ Hmmm... Over such a trite topic? You're a strange one, Leijon. But, for now, Ĩ think Ĩ'll simply leave it up to your imagination. There were eight of us, along with the humans. Ĩ'm sure that will work to fuel your depraved little thinkpan. ≈
:33< right right an 8 way thing got it got it
:33< sorry im like this