Raven (
crisisrain) wrote2010-05-13 05:00 pm
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❖ 017 // [Voice]
[There's an old fart standing on the roof of house #12. How he got up there, or rather, when he got up there is a complete mystery he respawned there. In his hands he flips through the pages of the journal, looking for anything remotely interesting that he may have missed. After a while he speaks up.]
It's kinda windy today, don't ya think?
It's kinda windy today, don't ya think?
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...wait you died?
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...Not that it excuses you from being a lecherous pervert.
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I'm not lookin' fer excuses. I like being a pervert.
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My heart belongs somewhere else, it's just a bit of fun.
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