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I think when I do come back I'll make this blog +18 only, just because I'm getting older and I'd like to be able to post whatever here. Everything will be tagged accordingly, and I don't expect there to be a lot of ns.fw, but I feel like trying to keep things to the sinday sideblog hasn't worked out that well

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I think I'm going to take a temporary hiatus. I don't know how long I'll be gone but I'm not really able to muster much muse for turmblr rp lately I will be back though in the future, idk when tho

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sunflowers.

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I think I'm going to take a temporary hiatus. I don't know how long I'll be gone but I'm not really able to muster much muse for turmblr rp lately I will be back though in the future, idk when tho

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|| 🔷 ||: ❝ There's a third Marsha? ❞

New Marsha aside, she's going to start scooting closer to the one she just identified as the "real" Marsha.

Turns to the imposter Marsha. "HA!"

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Immediately she points at the real Marsha, the one who said she doesn't do marshmallows in her hot chocolate.

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ You're the real Marsha! ❞

And then pointing at the other Marsha,

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Why are you impersonating my Marsha? ❞

"Whipped cream. Marshmallows. If I'm feeling extra then sprinkles too."

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|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Uh- okay! Let me think... ❞

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ What do you like in your hot chocolate? ❞

"That's the point of an imposter, Eath! She looks and sounds like me but she's NOT!!"

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|| 🔷 ||: ❝ I... Uh... You both sound and look like Marsha...❞

"NUH-UH!"

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|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Two Marshas? ❞

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The unmistakable sound of the lock clicking and the hinges creaking slightly as it's swung open reaches his ears and he flinches. Curling in on himself as Olgan's voice rings out. No. Not her. She can't-

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I'm fine-! ❞

Voice cracking slightly, embarrassing. He can be seen as this weak in front of her. The origin of the emotions is unmistakable though, clearing coming from his room where he was cowering away in the corner between a nightstand and his vanity..

She could sense festering emotions coming from Grims home and decided, perhaps a bit of an investigation would need to be in order, mainly because she was curious, but also because she was...concerned for Grim?

Regardless, instead of breaking down the door, she did go for the key, taking a moment or two extra to find it before using it to let herself in through the back door.

Closing the door behind her she would let herself further into the home. "Grimbright? Are your emotions the ones im sensing?" She would call out to him casually.

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He'd managed to get in, dammit. Had they discussed meeting up at his house one of these days? He could scarcely remember in this moment, the only thing he could focus on was keeping himself as out of sight as possible.

Hiding, now that normally wasn't hard for him to do, but right now it seemed impossible.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I don't. ❞

The incubus breathes, finding the ability to mask it with rage failing him,

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Don't look at me. Please. ❞

Hook halted in his tracks when the voice yelled out and his eyes fell to the small, dark figure. Was that really Grim? It didn't sound like him.

"Oh?" And he referred to him as James too. "Then I suppose you don't want this remarkably expensive bottle of wine I've bought with me...." He took out the bottle from the bag and gave it a shake, as if trying to lure a creature out from its hiding spot.