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"I'm headed straight for the floor" "The alcohol's served its tour~" "And its headed straight for my skin..." "Leaving me daft."

"And Dim"

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*grabby hands*

Asks or Promo plz-

Maybe even an rp 👉👈🥺

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Heyo old man!

She freezes. Why would you say that to him? The memories- of a sweet and happy life with her other half. With his lover. All the times they bantered and joked. That was an inside joke mostly how would you have known. Who told you to call her that? Who said you could call him that? NO ONE SAY YOU COULD CALL THEM THAT WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT YOU MONSTER HE'S GONE HE'S GONE HE'S GONE HE'S GONE-

Updike breaks down into a sobbing fit. Why would you say this to them?

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*cri*

Whitty looks concerned. “A-are you ok?”

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“I- h-hey it’s ok...”

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~She nodded to Whitty.~ Yeah. Just some old memories. ~To Updike, she half-shrugs.~ 'S alright. No use dwelling on it, I guess. -Music Anon

“Ah. I see.” He nods solemnly. Memories... they were always something, even bittersweet ones.

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Was there... no use? Even she wasn’t sure. He just missed his... other half. “Yeah, I suppose...”

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~She looks up at Whitty at the pat, giving a smile to him.~ Ah, I'm alright. ~To Updike, she nodded.~ Yeah, I did. It's... Their name was Tye. ~She was silent for a moment.~ I loved them, but they died before I could tell them. ~She blinked away the tears, wiping her face with a small smile.~ Ah, that's a bit depressing though. Sorry. ~Popstar by New Hollow began playing.~ -Music Anon

"You sure?" ----------------------------------- "Oh- I-I'm so sorry to hear that." She knew how the other felt... and he hated it. No one should suffer such a heartbreak like that.

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~She nodded, and scrolled through her phone. After a moment, she snickered, though there was a bit of a sad undertone.~ Hell yes. Man, if T was here... ~With a sigh and a small, sad smile, she played the song. Heat Waves by Glass Animals.~ -Music Anon

Oh lawd. Whitty simply sits there for a bit... oh... oh dear that'd depressing. He proceeds to pat her softly on the head. ------------------------------------------------------ Pain and suffering but this is a bop. "Did... did you lose someone special to you? Sorry if it's too personal you don't have to answer"

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~They each get another hug and gently pulled to the nearest couch. Quietly, she muttered,~ Gods, the Mun really is an angst goblin, isn't she? ~Louder, she spoke up.~ Right, so, what kind of music do you like? My taste is the definition of tone whiplash, so... -Music Anon (>:>)

"Ah. I usually like heavy metal- or hip hop." -------------------------------------------- "I don't have a preference really..."

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Gabe. Neat. *they still hug her*

She kinda nuzzles into the hug. Seems he hasn't had affection in a while.

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(I'm perfectly okay with this actually) ~Hugs given, and she pulls out her phone and pulls up her playlist.~ Do you wanna take a self-care day? Just chill, maybe watch a cheesy movie or something? -Music Anon (Eyyy it's ya girl, Moony- The snake pfp one, apparently there's two of us which is cool)

(OH! HI BESTIE :D) "Self care? Pfft ah that sounds nice... I remember when he wouldn't practice it" -------------------------------------------------------

Hug appreciated. "Self care... I should do that... he used to scold me all the time for not doing it..."

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Hi. You seem sad, would you like a hug? I could show you some cool music, too, if ya want? -Music Anon (Hey bestie >:3)

(IS THIS A MOOT OF MINE??? /nm /gen) "Music? That sounds nice..." -------------------------------- "I... haven't heard any in a while- and h-hugs are good.."

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of course, friend. My name is Cookie Anon. What's yours?

"... just call me Gabe." He smiles softly, fidgeting with a hoodie sleeve.

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I have endless cookies. Here. *givs*

She chuckles softly. "Th-thank you.."

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*The anon hugs tighter* Not leaving this time. Do you want some more cookies?

They nod slowly. “C-cookies sound nice...”

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*oohp here they come again, back with more hugs.* Are you ok, mx?

He nods, quickly wiping his eyes. She didn’t want to worry them, so she hid her pain behind a smile. It was for the best anyway. Although hugs are appreciated.

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*comes running back and gives Gabe a hug* You deserve happiness. *and off they run again*

He did? It surprised her to hear those words... maybe they were right? “C’mon Old man! Smile” And she did, as the tears fell.

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*Yeets both of them a cookie and runs away*

Whitty blinks, holding the cookie in his hands... he bites down on it. When was the last time he had one of these things? Who knows?.... he should ask Hex for some of these... later.

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Gabe blinks and catches the cookie before it hits the ground, tears pricking the side of his eyes. He used to love these...