A new kid approaches the gates. A black car dropping them off and then spending away. They have hair that appears to have been dyed a sky blue, reaching past their shoulders. They have incredibly feminine features, though they seem to be male. They carry a duffel bag in one hand, eating a sandwich in the other, and are expertly dribbling a soccer ball. They have a nonchalant attitude as the enter the courtyard
The other new kid, currently laying face down in the grass, mumbles "you new here too?"
“Eh?” The look down *They’er 6’2”* “Oh hey. Yeah, I’m new.”
"Sweet"
“Why are you on the ground?” They flick the ball up and catch it
"Why aren't you?"
“Because I’m not trying to cover my clothes in dirt. Plus, I can’t practice on the ground. Not yet at least.”
"What do you mean?"
“You can’t dribble a ball face down. Not yet, that is.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A rat darts out of Lukas's pocket and tries to eat the mushroom
*the ones on the ground or on her?*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Okay, I’m just going to get rid of James, sort of, he’ll visit the school occasionally if that’s cool with Selia. Now for my new char.*
A teenager in a black school uniform with the collar up walks to the gate of the school. The collar covers their mouth, a zipper in the front of it. He looks like a normal kid, other than his strange piercing blue eyes, heavy presence, and immense energy. His attitude is kind and gentle despite his seemingly dangerous power. Their mouth has some strange markings on it but they seem quiet.
*No op bs*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A new kid approaches the gates. A black car dropping them off and then spending away. They have hair that appears to have been dyed a sky blue, reaching past their shoulders. They have incredibly feminine features, though they seem to be male. They carry a duffel bag in one hand, eating a sandwich in the other, and are expertly dribbling a soccer ball. They have a nonchalant attitude as the enter the courtyard
The other new kid, currently laying face down in the grass, mumbles "you new here too?"
“Eh?” The look down *They’er 6’2”* “Oh hey. Yeah, I’m new.”
"Sweet"
“Why are you on the ground?” They flick the ball up and catch it
"Why aren't you?"
“Because I’m not trying to cover my clothes in dirt. Plus, I can’t practice on the ground. Not yet at least.”
"What do you mean?"
“You can’t dribble a ball face down. Not yet, that is.”
"You could dribble it with your arm like a basketball"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A rat darts out of Lukas's pocket and tries to eat the mushroom
*the ones on the ground or on her?*
*either. Maybe both*
She grabs him before he can get a nibble. "No."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A new kid approaches the gates. A black car dropping them off and then spending away. They have hair that appears to have been dyed a sky blue, reaching past their shoulders. They have incredibly feminine features, though they seem to be male. They carry a duffel bag in one hand, eating a sandwich in the other, and are expertly dribbling a soccer ball. They have a nonchalant attitude as the enter the courtyard
The other new kid, currently laying face down in the grass, mumbles "you new here too?"
“Eh?” The look down *They’er 6’2”* “Oh hey. Yeah, I’m new.”
"Sweet"
“Why are you on the ground?” They flick the ball up and catch it
"Why aren't you?"
“Because I’m not trying to cover my clothes in dirt. Plus, I can’t practice on the ground. Not yet at least.”
"What do you mean?"
“You can’t dribble a ball face down. Not yet, that is.”
"You could dribble it with your arm like a basketball"
“That defeats the purpose.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A rat darts out of Lukas's pocket and tries to eat the mushroom
*the ones on the ground or on her?*
*either. Maybe both*
She grabs him before he can get a nibble. "No."
'I'm so so sorry! Usually I have control over them, that's kinda my thing, but sometimes they do stuff unpredictable'
"It's okay. Just don't want him eating me"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A new kid approaches the gates. A black car dropping them off and then spending away. They have hair that appears to have been dyed a sky blue, reaching past their shoulders. They have incredibly feminine features, though they seem to be male. They carry a duffel bag in one hand, eating a sandwich in the other, and are expertly dribbling a soccer ball. They have a nonchalant attitude as the enter the courtyard
The other new kid, currently laying face down in the grass, mumbles "you new here too?"
“Eh?” The look down *They’er 6’2”* “Oh hey. Yeah, I’m new.”
"Sweet"
“Why are you on the ground?” They flick the ball up and catch it
"Why aren't you?"
“Because I’m not trying to cover my clothes in dirt. Plus, I can’t practice on the ground. Not yet at least.”
"What do you mean?"
“You can’t dribble a ball face down. Not yet, that is.”
"You could dribble it with your arm like a basketball"
“That defeats the purpose.”
"you defeat the purpose." she snaps back
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A new kid approaches the gates. A black car dropping them off and then spending away. They have hair that appears to have been dyed a sky blue, reaching past their shoulders. They have incredibly feminine features, though they seem to be male. They carry a duffel bag in one hand, eating a sandwich in the other, and are expertly dribbling a soccer ball. They have a nonchalant attitude as the enter the courtyard
The other new kid, currently laying face down in the grass, mumbles "you new here too?"
“Eh?” The look down *They’er 6’2”* “Oh hey. Yeah, I’m new.”
"Sweet"
“Why are you on the ground?” They flick the ball up and catch it
"Why aren't you?"
“Because I’m not trying to cover my clothes in dirt. Plus, I can’t practice on the ground. Not yet at least.”
"What do you mean?"
“You can’t dribble a ball face down. Not yet, that is.”
"You could dribble it with your arm like a basketball"
“That defeats the purpose.”
"you defeat the purpose." she snaps back
“Not my fault you don’t understand how a simple sport like soccer works, or how to train and refine the necessary skills to play well. Stay in your lane, moron.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A teenager in a black school uniform with the collar up walks to the gate of the school. The collar covers their mouth, a zipper in the front of it. He looks like a normal kid, other than his strange piercing blue eyes, heavy presence, and immense energy. His attitude is kind and gentle despite his seemingly dangerous power. Their mouth has some strange markings on it but they seem quiet.
Slick is reading up on how to get to become a teacher, obviously having something planned.
James is questioning everything he’s ever done, considering his life.
Raigan is reading on the library, just being a dude in his dapper attire.
“You can’t dribble a ball face down. Not yet, that is.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
He just makes a writing gesture.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*the ones on the ground or on her?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
'Um, ok? Well, nice to meet you'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*either. Maybe both*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*No op bs*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
He makes the writing gesture again, he needs something to write on.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Lukas hands him a scrap of paper
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"You could dribble it with your arm like a basketball"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He writes down "Sorry, I cant speak without saying anything you cant understand."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
'Oh, ok, that's fine'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She grabs him before he can get a nibble. "No."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I'm Inumaki, its nice to meet you."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
'I'm so so sorry! Usually I have control over them, that's kinda my thing, but sometimes they do stuff unpredictable'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“That defeats the purpose.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"It's okay. Just don't want him eating me"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
'He wouldn't do that, don't worry, would ya little guy?' Lukas plays his ukulele, which puts the rats to sleep
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"you defeat the purpose." she snaps back
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Not my fault you don’t understand how a simple sport like soccer works, or how to train and refine the necessary skills to play well. Stay in your lane, moron.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow