#♩ㅤ⠶⣄⢀ㅤ ✧ ᭁ

[chicamedusita]

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ̳͟͞͞,0️⃣2️⃣' ● 🐠🫧🪷 ༒

[coqhee]

WRONG NUMBER RIGHT TIME 𓂃 엔하이픈

✷ in which you mistakenly text your crush instead of your best friend about...your crush !?

ot7 enhypen ︲ fem reader ︲fluff, comedy, text msgs︲brainrot, pet names / more

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a/n: your wish is my command! enjoy more fake texts that come with a side of menace and brainrot niki, what a combo!

@ coqhee 2024. all rights reserved.

[khaer]

ᣞ 𓏸 ݁ 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝒪𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇 𓈒 🌴 ㅤᡣ𐭩

[ojiito]

[weishnie]

𖥔 ᩠͡ 💬🌸 True ☆ Friend ❀ ̭

[faefraud]

[sientemefragil]

Cut ㅤThrough ㅤThis ㅤRazorㅤ Wire

And ㅤDine ㅤOn ㅤYour ㅤHeart,ㅤ Mineㅤ 'tilㅤ Theㅤ End

[venuscaotico]

Honey, ⠀ i ⠀ might ⠀ leave ⠀ you ⠀ to ⠀ die

[1haqerin]

@i8maya

[lawc4tboy]

[haerinism]

𐔌ㅤㅤ⌯ㅤ ۪ ㅤ thatsㅤ so ㅤfetchㅤ !ㅤ ۪ ㅤ. ⠀✿

[chicamedusita]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀●⣬⠀ ♪⃝📡ୁׄ *🌸📔: ༒ ✧ ಎ

[coqhee]

SECRET RECIPE TO YOUR LOVE 𓂃 심재윤

✷ in which jake receives a list from your friends with all your favorite things and uses them in an attempt to get you to fall in love with him.

downbad jake︲fem reader ︲fluff, comedy, chef! reader︲petname (once), small fluffy kiss at the end︲1700 / more

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jake was so desperately in love the day he saw you at the campus restaurant working there as a part time job. he didn’t even like the food there, yet he came back every single day just to see you.

he was too nervous to speak to you, and it wasn’t until your best friend chaewon noticed how puppy eyed he looked, staring at you almost every single shift.

that’s when he struck gold with chaewon offering a deal of a lifetime. the secret recipes and ingredients to your love.

“time to pay up, i basically gave you a ‘how to’ make her fall in love with you” chaewon tutted with her hand extended out towards jake.

jake was willing to pay any price, and pulled out his wallet non hesitantly pulling out cash to hand to your friend.

he was more than excited to utilize the list.

“she’s worth it,” jake mumbled, watching as chaewon counted the money with a smirk.

“oh, i know. that’s why i made this list so thorough,” she teased, waving the folded piece of paper in front of him. “don’t mess this up.”

jake took the list, his heart racing just at the thought of finally making you see him as more than a friend. he knew every tip and trick chaewon listed out would be essential.

he unfolded it slowly, scanning the first line.

unbeknownst to him, chaewon had just set him up for failure, but he was a desperate desperate man willing to trust any source close to you.

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INGREDIENT 1 : BUY HER DAHLIAS

the next day, jake showed up outside your lecture hall, a small bouquet of dahlias wrapped in soft tissue paper in his hands. he’d looked them up after reading the list, finding out that dahlias were your favorite.

your eyes widened when you saw him. “jake, what’s this?”

“for you,” he said, smiling, his cheeks flushed pink. “just thought…you deserve something nice.”

“thank you,” you murmured, a bit of nervousness creeping into your smile. you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you were mildly allergic. your nose was already starting to tingle, but you held them close anyway, wanting to appreciate the gesture fully.

“you like them?” jake asked, looking relieved and proud, as if he’d just won a small victory.

you nodded, sneezing softly into your elbow and giving him a thumbs-up to reassure him. “they’re really beautiful, jake. honestly.”

“good,” he replied, his grin widening, clearly pleased with himself. he didn’t seem to notice your eyes starting to water, or maybe he did and thought it was out of happiness.

you walked together, and he stayed close, chatting happily as if he’d broken a small barrier between you two.

as soon as he left, you quickly ducked into the restroom, letting out a sigh of relief as you carefully set the dahlias down by the sink, sniffling and laughing at the same time.

even if he’d gotten it a little wrong, the thought behind it made your heart flutter.

jake returned to his dorm room feeling victorious, his heart pounding as he recalled the thoughts earlier in the day.

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INGREDIENT 2 : BUY HER GRAPE AND CHERRY CANDY

the next week, between classes (that he had memorized), jake found you by the lockers, his face lighting up as he pulled a small, crinkling bag from his pocket. “hey, i heard these are your favorite,” he said, holding up a pack of cherry and grape candies with a proud grin.

you blinked, momentarily confused. cherry and grape? the artificial flavors you always avoided? still, the excitement on his face was enough to make you tuck away your true feelings.

“oh… wow, jake,” you said, trying to match his enthusiasm, a slight unsure smile tugging at your lips. “thank you. you really didn’t have to.” your favorite?

“of course i did,” he said, beaming, clearly satisfied with himself. “just a little something to brighten your day.”

you took the bag from him, glancing down at the bright red and purple candies inside. you figured he must have heard wrong, but his effort—misguided as it was—still made your heart skip a beat. it was such a tiny thing, yet you couldn’t help but find it oddly endearing.

“you’re really sweet, you know that?” you said, hoping to focus on his effort rather than the actual candy.

“anything for you,” jake replied, his cheeks coloring slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“i’ll, uh, save these for later,” you told him, tucking the candies into your bag. there was no way you’d eat them, but maybe you could give it to a teacher or chaewon.

jake’s face brightened even more. “awesome. let me know if you need more—i’ll get you all the cherry and grape candy you want.”

“thanks, jake,” you replied, biting back a laugh, your heart warming at his clueless sincerity.

as he walked away, you couldn’t stop smiling.

jake’s suspicions began to arise to your confused expression, but nonetheless he was sure this recipe was cooking up love between the two of you.

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INGREDIENT 3 : TAKE HER TO THE BEACH

you in fact, hated swimming. you were none the wiser to chaewon planning your demise, but with someone like jake initiating all these plans, it was hard to avoid them.

jake’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he bounced on his toes outside your dorm, his car keys in hand. “ready for the beach day?” he asked, grinning ear to ear.

you froze, the smile on your face faltering just slightly. “the beach?”

“yeah! thought it’d be fun to get some sun, maybe dip our feet in the water.” he shrugged casually, as if it were the best idea ever.

you bit your lip, feeling a twist of nerves in your stomach. “oh, um… the beach?”

“yeah! i remember hearing somewhere that you love the beach, so i figured—” he paused, noticing your hesitant expression. his brow furrowed, eyes softening. “wait, you… do like the beach, right?”

you felt your cheeks warm, not wanting to let him down. “uh… not exactly,” you admitted, giving him a sheepish look. “i’m a little scared of it, the water at least,”

his mouth opened in surprise, and he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly a bit flustered. “oh, wow, i… i didn’t know that. i’m so sorry! i thought—”

“it’s okay,” you interrupted quickly, laughing softly to ease his nerves. “it’s actually really sweet that you thought of me, you could take of your friends though,”

he blinked, clearly relieved but still looking embarrassed. “well, maybe we could walk on the boardwalk and get ice cream. away from the water of course,”

you felt yourself relax, nodding eagerly. “that sounds perfect.”

he laughed, holding his arm out for you. “ice cream it is. and next time, i’ll double-check my sources.”

as you walked away from the beach plan and toward ice cream, you couldn’t help but feel a little closer to him.

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INGREDIENT 4 : BE HONEST WITH HER

as you two strolled toward the ice cream shop, jake glanced down at his phone, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. he seemed lost in thought, almost like he was putting pieces together.

“you know,” he started, his voice thoughtful, “chaewon was so confident when she gave me that list. but now… i’m starting to think it was a lie.

“chaewon? did she put you up to the candy and flowers too?” you asked giggling.

“honestly, yeah. she noticed me coming into the campus restaurant every day and felt bad, i guess,” jake admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “she said she’d help me out with, you know… figuring out what you liked.”

you tilted your head, fighting back a smile. “so she decided to give you a list of all my supposed ‘favorites’?”

jake nodded, groaning. “yeah, but now that i think about it, she had this weird look on her face when she handed it over. like she was way too happy about it.”

you chuckled, shaking your head. “sounds like chaewon.”

“i just really wanted to impress you i guess,” jake sighed admitting his feelings.

your heart skipped at his confession, and you felt warmth bloom in your chest. he wasn’t just being sweet—he meant it. all the little gestures, even if they’d gone slightly wrong, came from a genuine place.

“you did, jake,” you said, your voice just as soft, meeting his eyes. “not because of the candy or the beach idea… but because you tried. because you care.”

his eyes widened slightly, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks. “you mean that?”

you nodded, smiling at him. “of course i do. you didn’t need to do any of that to impress me, you know. i already… well, i already like you.”

jake froze, the words seeming to catch him off guard. “wait… you—what?”

you laughed, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “i like you, jake. honestly, i’ve liked you for a while. i just didn’t think you…” you trailed off, suddenly feeling shy.

“are you serious?” he asked, a goofy grin spreading across his face. “you like me?”

“yes, jake,” you said, laughing now at how giddy he looked. “i like you.”

standing close, you found yourself caught in his gaze, noticing for the first time just how warm his eyes were. flecks of amber glowed under the soft light, gentle and inviting, holding a hint of vulnerability that made your heart flutter.

“your eyes are really pretty,” you commented gazing into them, admiring the color.

“you mean that angel?” he asked, his face reaching closer to yours as if asking for approval, in which you nodded.

jake leaned in slowly, eyes searching yours for a brief moment. then, his lips brushed softly against yours, warm and gentle, a quiet, unspoken promise lingering between you both.

maybe the recipe to your love was reinvented by jake to be successful after all, despite the small (minor!) flaws written in by chaewon.

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a/n: happy jake day!! obligatory jake fic cause ofc >< all likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3

@ coqhee 2024. all rights reserved

[lachatalovematcha]

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ 🍄 . .   ✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹  ㅤ ♡ㅤ ㅤ۫ㅤ☆〜（ゝ。∂）ㅤㅤ형ㅤㅤ︒ㅤ۪ㅤㅤ⬭ 🌕 ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ ᧞ⅉɕ ﹙ʜ ɪ ᴛ﹚　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ🌷 ⠀ 🍓 ◌ 凍結 ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤㅤ💚ㅤ₊˙ ◌ ⁎˚ 〇﹒ ㅤ🌙 𝅄♡ ͡ ◝ㅤ۫ㅤㅤ꒱ㅤ長い夜 ׄ 🥞̸ フクロウ⠀ ⬭ ⠀ 𝅄⠀ ⠀ 🎐 寒い ⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪ 🍃 𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 🌾 ꕊ 風 ପ ✦ 𓄹 🎀 𓏲 ഒ ໒ ⊹ ﹒₊˚𓂃 砂糖 ★﹒₊‧ ★・⸝⸝🌸﹒✦﹒⟡﹒＞＜ ︎ ︎ ֪ ֺ ꧇ 🦋﹒◌﹒旋律ㅤ⋆ ׁ ゃ ⠀⠀✿ ִ୨ メル

[graveroom]

⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♥︎ ❀᭢᜴꤬⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤ日⠀⠀⠀⠀symbols ⠀⠀⠀ ! !⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘⠀⠀⠀♫ ໂ✿﮾᳜⡴⠀⠀ ❦ ▓ ⓵⃛⡂⢀⠀⠀.   ⋆ ･˳ . ⋆  ⭒ ✿ ⭒ ⋆･. ˳ . ⋆

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀✟ ❤︎ ❀ ଂ ❀.ྀི⠀⠀⠀ʕ´   ᩙᩙ `  ʔ  ♡⠀⠀⠀༺ ✤ ༻⠀⠀⠀⪩ී᳝᳝᳜᳝⪨⡑♪

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀　 ҉ ⠀⠀⠀ུ⠀⠀⠀  ❤︎      ♩      ✴︎     ☦︎       ❊⠀⠀⠀⠀▒ㅤ ᭨ ᬄ

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ヾ(๑╹◡<)ﾉ"⠀⠀⠀✿⃜ᰯᰭ⃨ ●⠀⠀ㅤ࣪𝑂𝟥:𝑂𝟥 ᭄᭡⠀ ⠀♥︎ 〚 ♡ 䭞 ❀ൄ

⠀⠀  ⸸ ʕ̢·͡˔·⑅ɂ̡̣⠀⠀◌⃘  ⋆𖡄̽⠀⠀⓵ ░ ♬⠀⠀❘ ❙ ͏ ✟ ᭢ ᰭᰭ᳜᳝᳝ᰯ꫶ ʕ⁎̯͡✭ ❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡♪ ͏ུུ̑̑✿᮫᮫̑̑ ◌⃘࣭ٜ࣪࣪࣪۬

*ೃ✿ི⃨ ꦿꦸ ♪⃝ ✳︎ 𓏸 ᭨ ⃟⃜ ཻུ۪۪. ⏝ ི 𝄞 ྀ ⏝ ♥︎ ֵ⃜✟̸̴̢̣͘͜ ♪ ✧ ♥︎♩ ♬ ✧ ♩

⠀⠀⠀ 𐐂𐐚 ♡ 𐐂𐐚⠀⠀⠀ ❀꫶᳜᳝ᰭ✿⃨ ⠀⠀⠀ᨳུ⠀⠀⠀ㆁ̴̶̷̤́ㆁ̴̶̷̤̀⠀⠀⠀ꢯ•̫͡•ʔ♥︎ ꫶ࣺ᭮᭰⠀⠀𑈴 ❀ ͙𑱢 ♡ཽ⃕ ︎ ︎

⠀⠀ ၄၃ ⠀ 𓍯⠀ 𓋭 ⠀ ୨୧ ⠀౨ৎ ⠀ 𝜗𝜚 ⠀ 𐙚 ⠀ ྀི ⠀ ᧔o᧓ ⠀ ꔫ ⠀ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀. ⪩⪨ ⠀ೀ ⠀𓋜 ⠀ ⑅⠀ 𝜗𝒞 ⠀ ꒰୨୧꒱ ⠀Ⳋ᧙ ⠀ ⠀𖹭 ⠀ຊ ⠀୫

⠀ ⠀ ♡̶ ♡̴ ⠀✦ ✱ (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:❀:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ⠀𖠇⠀⠀𖨆♡𖨆⠀ྀ̥ ͝ ཾ⠀𓊆 ✮ 𓊇⠀༼ ♡ ༽

⠀⠀ 𓇼⃝ ∗ ⠀ƸӜƷ ⠀ᣟ݂ ✩͏⚹︎ᣟ݂ ⠀ིιྀ ⠀ ྀᖭ༏ᖫི ⠀ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ     ꙰  ♡⃟࿔

⠀ ..  °  ✢ ♡  ⊹ ⠀❁્᭄͜͡  ⠀♡⃞ ✴ ⠀✿ᝓ ⠀𔒮 ⠀𖠁 ⠀𖢖 ⠀ஓ ⠀ ꭷㅤֺㅤওㅤ۪ㅤᯀㅤ𝆬ㅤ

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⍰ ⠀✧ ⠀.·:*¨¨*:·. .·:*¨¨*:·. ⠀༻༾♡༿ බㅤ ♬ ᪇ꫭ ⠀ 𝅘𝅥𝅮

[s2les]

↳ SYMBOLS 4 !!

𝟅𝟈𝞋𝞎 𝝑𝝔 𝜗𝜚 𝛝𝛠 ϑϱ ꝯϱ 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝒞﹒ ˚ ｡ ⠀。 ˳ • ◌ ⬭ ⬬ 〇 𓂂 𓈒 𓎟𓎟 ✚ ✛ ✜ ♰ ♱ † ✞ ✟ ☥ ☨ ⸸ ═╪ ═╬ ━━╋━ ☆ ★ ✰ ✮ ✭ ✬ ✫ ✦ ✧ ⟡ ⊹ 𝅄 ⭒ ♡ ‹𝟹 ❥ ♥︎ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ 𝄞 ﹐ ꜝ ﹫ ⦂ ﹪ ﹔ ︖  𓂃 𓏲 ∿ ⊰ ❛ ❜ ⁘ ❝ ❞ © 𐐪ɞ 𝛏 ／ 𝇂 𐙚 ᶻz 𓈊 ⌓ ⑅ ⏦ ﹏ ✿ ❀ ❁ ✾ ❅ ✐ ⌕  ⸝ 𝇁𝇃 ıllı ﹘ ﹣ =͟͟͞  ⟅ıIIı⟆ “ ” „ ‟ ‘ ’ ‚ ‛ ᴗ ᴖ ⊂ ⊃ ∪ ⋂ ◠◠ ◡◡ ╰ ╮ ╭ ╯ ◞  ◟ ◜ ◝ ︵︵ ﹙ ﹚ ₍ ⁾ ₎ ⠀⌣⌣⠀ ⠀⌢⠀ ︶︶ ᵔ ⏑ ⏖ ˍ ⎯ ‒ ― ─ ─ ━ ┄ ┅ ┈ ┉ ╌ ╍ ➔ ➘ ➙ ➚ ➜ ➝ ➞ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ｡ ✰ ⿻ ᕱ ⑅ ⌕ ◜ ◝ ◕ ◔ ⨾ ᕬ ꧔ ࿔ ✧ •᷄ࡇ•᷅ ୭✦ ♡ ˒˒ ، ꒦꒷ ᯽ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ପ ᨳ 𖧧 ᨦ 𓂅 𓄹 ⍝ ﹆ ≀﹟ ‹𝟹 ៸៸ ✿𝆬 ৎ୭ ﹏ ੭ ໒〝 ҂ ִֶָ ꃋᴖꃋ 𖦹 ∞ ᘏ ᨒ 𖥻 ᠈ ꐑꗃᨵ𓈈 ⬫ 𓍯 ⩩ ♡̶！ ʾʾ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ՙ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა . 𖣯 ⋆ ˖ ࣪ ! 𓈈𓂃⬫ ׂ ׅ 🎂 𓂃 ૮₍ ៸៸ ᵜ ก ₎ა ֶָ ׁ ❁̶ (●´⌓`●) ᘒ ˖˙‹𝟯 ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ◌ ⊹ 🍸 ◜｡ ࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 ⊹○ﾟ˖ 𓆦 ₊˚ ※  ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𖥦 ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ 𓂃ˑ ֗ ˖⋆⑅˚₊ 📻 🪰 ִ ۫ ⁎ .  𓏲࣪ ּ  ֗ ִ  ּ ۪  ⊹ 𓄹 ࣪ . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪﹒ʬʬ﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒◖﹒⇅﹒○﹒✿﹒⊹﹒∇﹒✸﹒⟢﹒❀﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒♡﹒〇﹒ıllı﹒ᶻz﹒⊂⊃﹒␥﹒⿸﹒ꔠ﹒✶﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒⬚﹒៶៸﹒△﹒→﹒✶﹒（）﹒▥﹒⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀➛ ׂׂૢ ╰┈➤ ✎ - ,, -‘๑’- ・❥・ ༊*·˚ ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ ☄. *. ⋆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✧.* ೃ⁀➷ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ ༘ *ೃ༄ .ೃ࿐ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔:･ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ⍣ ೋ ‗ ❍ ¡! ❞ ﹌﹌﹌ 彡 ▓ ღ ꕥ ‿‿‿‿ *+:｡.｡ •·.·''·.·• ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ * ˚ ✦ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- . . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . ↳ ❝ [] ¡! ❞ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ✧˚ · . ˚ · . ༉‧₊˚. '•.¸♡ ♡¸.•' +:ꔫ:﹤ ﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ୨୧ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ ≡;- ꒰ ° ꒱ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫⎙ ⩇ ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 � 𖥦 ⏃ % 𓍯 𔗫 𔖲 𓂃 ﹆ ﹅ 𓄼 𓄹 ᭣ ꧞ 𓏲 𓂅 ꣼ ࿓ ࿔ ༄ ⌗ 𓈒 ⊹ 𖥔 ᨵ ꑘ ᜊ ᦒ ଘ ◖ ◗𖠗 ꗃ ٩ ะ ≛ ߸ 𖡡 𝆺𝅥 ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹 ❤︎ ♥︎ 𔘓⁩ ♡ ᥫ᭡ ✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 𑁍 ꕤ ❑ ❒ !i！？!!﹗⦂ 𓈃 𓄲 𓄴 𓈀 𓊔 ❝ ❞ ❛❜ ୨୧ ‣ › ⌫ ✧ ✦⭒ ✓ ✘ 𓈈 ᚙ ⩨ ▚ ₆⁶₆ ஃ ⿴ ⿻ ꭑ ᧑ 𐐫 𝗈︩︪ ꒰ ꒱ ʚ ɞ “” ⌨︎ ⚠︎ ꒰꒱ ☻ ✰ ❏ ˖* ೃ࿔ 𓆉◡̈ ꒦꒷ ✎ ᝰ ✿ ⚡︎ ☁︎ ⋆ ⋆⑅˚₊ ♡̆̈ 𓍲 𓍱 ꪔ̤̥ 𓍯 ꊞ 𓂃 ꕀ ﹆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⤾ ・°☆ ✎ ̼ ◡̈ ⑅ ♡̷ 𖦹 ･͛♡̷̷̷･͛ ᐧ༚̮ᐧ =͟͟͞♡ εїз ᙏ̤̫ ˳✧༚ /✿ ˙ᘧ ͜ ˙ ♡ ⊸ ꒰ ❛ ❜ ꒱ ‎♡⃕ ◡̈ ˚◞♡ ⃗ ʬʬʬ ༊·˚ ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖° ꪔ̤̥ ˙ ͜ʟ˙ ‎♡‧₊˚ ◡̎ ♡̷ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ 𓆸 ꔛ *﹆ =͟͟͞ ♡̩͙ ꙳ ⋆ ⸝⸝ യ *◞ ♡･ ͜ʖ ･ . ˚◞♡ ෆ ･῾ ᵎ ⌇ ⁺◦ *´ސު｀ ‎ ༘⋆ ꙳ ꕀ ꒰ 𖧧 ·͜·♡ ꒱ ღ ⋆ ꕤ ♡ ⊹ ★꒷ ᵎᵎ ₊ ⨾ ⋆ ʚ ɞ ✦ ♥︎ ∞ 𑁍 𓍯　　⸝⸝⸝　　𓅿　　𖠋　　𓍲 𓍱　　𖥧 𖧧 ˒˒ 𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥　　𓇥 　֒　　☄︎　　𓆱　　𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺 ‎　𓌉◯𓇋　　𓎩 ⸝⸝　　𓌈˒˒　　⍤　　𓆸 𓊆 𓊇　　꒰ ꒱　　˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗　　⌇　　ꪔ̤̮　　ꪔ̤̥ • + . ˙ ✦ ♡ㅤ°. • °. ✿ * · ✮ . • • ⊹ . ✧ ⊹　 ˚ 　 * · 　 ✮ . .　 ★ ·　 ⊹　 + * 　 ⊹ 　 °. * ✧ .𓈀 𖦥 ﹅ ンㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ ㅤィ % 𓂃 ㇁ ◒ ！ ンㅤ╮ ⟆ ﹏ ！ 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ ζ ㅤ﹏ ⨾ㅤ 𓈈ㅤ❨ ᨓ ⎓ ° ？ 𓈒ㅤ▱ 𓂅 𓂃 ⨾ ᘒ ◟ ζ 𓍢 ◖ ᨓ ♡ ■ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ♥︎ ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 𖦹 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩﹒ʬʬ﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒◖﹒⇅﹒○﹒✿﹒⊹﹒∇﹒✸﹒⟢﹒❀﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒♡﹒〇﹒ıllı﹒ᶻz﹒⊂⊃﹒␥﹒⿸﹒ꔠ﹒✶﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒⬚﹒៶៸﹒△﹒→﹒✶﹒（）﹒▥﹒▤﹒▦﹒▧﹒▨﹒▩﹒░﹒▒﹒▓﹒⿴﹒◫﹒⬚﹒▣﹒≧≦﹒ㄑ﹒⎙﹒➜﹒★﹒⨳﹒✿﹒❀﹒✶﹒✸﹕☆﹒◐﹒◉ ﹒◖◗﹒▽﹒ᶻz﹒‹𝟹﹒♡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒﹫﹒⿴﹒→﹒☓﹕ᵔᴗᵔ﹒⺌﹒⪩⪨﹒◎﹒⊹﹒ᶻ﹕→ ．(＞。☆)﹔⇆﹒ꜛ﹒░﹒❥﹒？﹒！﹒◍﹒﹏﹒✦﹒⟡﹒＞＜﹒◌﹒⿴﹒✧﹒𖥔﹒%﹒﹙﹚﹒◜◡◝﹒ꜝꜝ﹒⟡﹒⪩⪨﹒☓﹒⬦﹒✦﹒◈﹒✶﹒⬙﹒⟡﹒⇆﹒♡﹒﹢﹒ᶻ﹒✹﹒﹢﹒✶﹑〇﹐罒﹢♡﹒⇆﹑⬚﹐ᶻ﹒❀﹐✶﹒▹﹒◖﹒✩﹒∇﹒▨﹐◌﹐❀﹒⿴﹒✿﹢﹐░﹒ᶻz﹐☆﹒⊂⊃﹑ⵌ﹒▦﹒✿﹒⺌﹒◂﹒⿴﹒❰❰﹒♡﹒ᶻz﹒❥﹒⩇﹒⊞﹐ʬʬ﹒♢﹐ᐢ..ᐢ﹐✩﹒ᶻz﹒❥﹒⟡﹒✷﹒✕﹐〇﹐✿﹒Ꜣ﹒⟡﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒♡﹐≋﹒⊂⊃﹒ᐢᗜᐢ﹒❀﹒﹢﹒⇵﹒⪨﹕↺﹐✿﹒Ꜣ﹒✶﹐≋﹒⇆﹐ʬʬ﹒﹗﹐➜﹒⬦﹕ᶻz﹒✦﹒﹢﹒▢﹒░﹒⭔﹒ʬʬ﹒✿﹒☰﹐◖◗﹒？﹒✶﹒﹏﹒ꕀ﹑ᵔᴗᵔ﹒ᗢ﹒✿﹐⊂⊃﹒ᐢᗜᐢ﹒ꕀ﹐リ﹐口﹐ꕀ﹒（｀δ´）﹒口，✿﹐⊂⊃﹒ᐢᗜᐢ﹒░﹒𖦹﹐゛✿﹑（｀δ´）﹒イ。ꕀ﹑リ﹐⊂⊃﹒ꔠ﹒口﹐･ᴗ･﹒░﹑リ﹒◐﹐、﹕✧﹒✶﹔？﹐ʬʬ﹒▹﹒❀﹒⭔﹒▿﹒⺡﹒✿﹒﹢﹒░﹑⬦﹒૪ ﹒〹﹒罒﹒ᶻz﹒◎﹐ꕀ﹒◖◗﹒⺌﹒〣﹒ᗢ﹒⺌﹒⿸﹑ꔠ﹒❀﹒➜﹒▦﹒◐﹒✷﹒◉﹒⿴﹒⿻﹒✦﹒★﹒☆﹒ıllı﹢☆﹒❀﹕▧﹒⟡﹒★﹕ıllı﹒▒﹒◎﹐☆﹒ꕀ﹐➜﹒⪩﹒〇﹐➜﹒★﹕◐﹒％﹕▧﹒⊂⊃﹒♡﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒₊ˎ✧﹒⪩﹒˃ᴗ˂﹕˃ᗜ˂﹕⿴﹒ᶻz﹒☆﹔⿴﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒➜﹒⭔﹕⪩⪨﹢◒﹒◎﹒✿﹒⊂⊃﹔♡﹒◍﹒✦﹒⪩⪨﹒▧﹒⟡﹕➜﹐▦﹐✦﹒✶﹐﹢﹒ㄑ﹕ꕀ﹒＞＜﹐ꔠ﹐✿﹐×﹐丶﹐＞︿﹒リ﹕﹢﹐﹔★﹒ᶻz﹒⿴﹒⭔﹒✿﹒⊹﹒⭔﹒⨯﹒➜﹒★﹒◞﹒◟◝﹒◜﹒﹪﹒→﹐ıllı﹒★﹒✦﹒⌕﹒⌗﹒✿﹒⊹﹒✸﹒❍﹒⭓﹒◒﹒﹏﹒₊﹒▹﹒ᶻz﹒％﹒◖﹒░﹒ʬʬ﹒⿴﹒⫘﹒◎﹒⨳﹒⌕﹕★﹒☆﹒⌗﹐﹪﹐⌯﹐﹟﹐◐﹒▒﹒◎﹒⇆﹒☆﹒❀﹒☆﹒ıllı﹒↺﹒◍﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒░﹒⇵﹒▧﹒◍﹒♡﹕❀﹑⿸﹕▞﹒✿﹒╰﹒░﹐◎﹒♡﹒◜ᴗ◝﹒˃ᴗ˂ ♡﹐﹅﹒✿﹒⊞﹒ıllı﹒♡﹒⊞﹕▞﹒✿﹒❀﹒⌕﹒⿸﹒✶﹒❀﹒✷﹒✸﹒▒﹒ᶻz﹒✿﹐♡﹐❀﹒░﹒⇵﹒▨﹕◍﹒♡﹒⌕﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹑♡﹒✿﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒⇆﹒☆﹒@﹒˘ᗜ˘﹒☆﹔⿴﹒⪩﹐ᶻz﹒➜﹒⪩﹔◖﹐❀﹕⿸﹔﹢﹑ᐢᗜᐢ﹒⊂⊃﹑✿﹒◎﹒イ﹐ꕀ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒✶﹒ꕀ﹒▦﹐⊂⊃﹒⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒ᗢ﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒ᶻz﹒⪨﹒✶﹑✹﹒⪩。ꕀ﹒✿﹒リ﹒⊞﹒⟡﹒⿴﹒☓﹐⊂⊃﹒➜﹒⟡﹒⪩⪨﹒･ᴗ･﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒✿﹒◎﹒☓﹒☆﹔リ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒✶﹑ꕀ﹒▦﹒リ﹐⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒〇﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒ᶻz﹒⪨﹒✶﹑✹﹒⪩﹒ꕀ﹒✿﹔➜﹐﹏﹐★☆﹒┆︎﹒⩇﹒✿﹔✸﹕♡﹐◌﹒❥﹐％﹑〹．ʬʬ﹕੭﹐♢﹒口﹒⇣⇡﹒☆﹔⌗﹒⪩﹐ᶻ﹒➜﹒⪩﹔◖﹐❀﹕⿸﹑ᐢᗜᐢ﹒⊂⊃﹑✿﹒！﹒◎﹒リ﹐ꔠ﹐✿﹑∇﹒イ﹐ꕀ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒✶﹑﹒ꕀ﹒▦﹒⊂⊃﹒⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒⩇﹕✿﹒ʬʬ﹕口﹐〇﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒ᶻz﹒⪨﹒✶﹑✹﹒⪩﹐ꕀ﹒✿﹒⊞﹒⟡﹒⿸﹑␥﹒♡﹕リ﹒☓﹐⊂⊃﹒➜﹒⟡﹒⪩⪨﹒･ᴗ･﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒✿﹒☓﹒✩﹒⊞﹕❀﹑◌﹒⊞﹒✸﹕⌗﹕★﹒ᶻz﹒✦﹒★☆﹒ıllı﹢☆﹕❀﹒▧﹒⟡﹒★﹕ıllı﹐▒﹒◎﹐☆﹒ꕀ﹔➜﹒⪩﹒〇﹐➜﹒★﹕◐﹒％﹐⊂⊃﹒♡﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒✧﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹕˃ᗜ˂﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒☆﹔⿴﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒➜﹒⭔﹕⪩⪨﹐﹢﹐◒﹒⊂⊃﹔♡﹒◍﹒✦﹒⪩⪨﹒▧﹒⟡﹕➜﹐▦﹒✦﹒✶﹐ㄑ﹕ꕀ﹒＞＜﹐ꔠ﹑ꕤ﹒░﹒◖﹒⟡﹒❀﹒→﹒⿴﹒⿻﹒⊞﹒♡﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒︴﹒✶﹒⭔﹐𓆩♡𓆪﹒リ﹒Ꮺ﹒キ﹒ꗃ﹒⿶﹒⌓﹒〹﹒⧅﹒◆﹒▽﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒⬙﹒⎙﹒◈﹒▣﹒ᶻz﹒⟢﹒ʬʬ﹒⊹﹒✷﹒◉﹒⿸﹒✶﹒❀﹒✷﹒⿻﹒⌇﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒○﹒░﹒⇵﹒☆﹒@﹒˘ᗜ˘﹒⬚﹒✸﹒▧﹒◎﹒♡﹒◜ᴗ◝﹒✸﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒✿﹑⟡﹒❀﹒★﹒➔﹒％﹒ᗜ﹔﹒⌗﹒﹪﹒﹒⟢﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒✮﹒^..^﹒✵﹒⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ ﹒︵ ﹕𖹭 ࣪ 𓈒 ⊹🎧₊ ◌ ۪ ࣪₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼 𓍯　　⸝⸝⸝　　𓅿　　𖠋　　𓍲 𓍱　　𖥧 𖧧 ˒˒ 𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥　　𓇥 　֒　　☄︎　　𓆱　　𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺 ‎　𓌉◯𓇋　

୨୧⸝⸝﹕﹐⊂✦⊃ ‹𝟹 ˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺｡° ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ ᨒ જ ◞ ७っ ٫٫ › ‹ ִֶָ ٫ ໋ ᘏ ، ‹𝟹 % ՚ : ζ ゜：✿ 。 𖥧 𓂃 ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ 𓄼 ⨾ ⩇ ֶָ֢ ໋֢ 𖥻 ⋆ .˖ ᨳ᭬ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ୫꒷ 𖠵 ﹪ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ ᨒ જ ◞ ᨓ ᭝ ᱺ ᳃ ◯ ◦ ◡ ◠ ⋆ ‹𝟹 ꜝꜝ ʚ ⌕ ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ⌗ ☘︎ 𐑺 ࿁ ܸ ݄ ɞ 𐄂 𐂴 𐋉 𐋃 𐙝 ⩀ ݀ ̫ ̲ ﹕ ﹐ ﹔ ﹆ ⠁ ⠘ ⟲ ⟳ ⟡ ⟄ ⟃ ➜ ᨒ ੭ ໒ ꗃ ᨵ ୧ ` ִֶָ֪֢ ▭ᯅǝ ⁃ ᕱ⠀⑅⠀𓂃⠀ヾ⠀✦⠀𓄼⠀২⠀୨⠀⋆⠀𓂅⠀⬪⠀ꕤ⠀ՙ⠀╰╮⠀♡̶⠀৲⠀ৎ⠀⬪˙ 𓈒⠀⌕⠀⊹⟆ ﹏ ！ 𝅓 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ 𖣯 ｡ ꞝ ⩇ ᰍ ≀ ໑ ﾞ ઉ ᨦ ദ ꒷꒦ ꣹ 𔓐 𒀭 ♡︎ ♥︎ 𖡩 ˀ ᵎ ✦ 𔒌 ʾ ໑ ▸ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ . 𓄹 𓈒 𓍢 𐇵 ﹆ ✿ ˖ 𖥻 𓎆 ⏉ ੭ ꒳​ 。 ❤︎ 𖦹 ଘ ⤹ ꩜ ៹ ִֶָ ᨳ ⊹ 𖧵 ⩩ ៹ 𖤣 ꕀ 𝅦 ꔪ 𖡎 𖦆 𖤛 𔓕 𓆠 ꔛ 𝄰 ⁛ ˳ 𓈈 ✧ 𖠇 ⋕ 𓆦 ✶ ⭓ ⭔ ﹫ 𖠣 𝅏 ٠ ꐑ ！ 𖣠 ⿻ 𓆤 › 𐀔 જ ، 𝄿 𝆞 𝅘 ⌗ ꒰ ꒱ ﹏ ⁝ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ↷ ⋯ 𑊩 𝆺𝅥 𓈒 ﹕ 𐫱 𓂅 ⋆ 𔖲 𓁹 𐇲 𔕱 𔒱 𓐩 𓆝 ▬ ▭ ❛ ❜ ❟ ✿ 𖠲 ꒷ ꒥ ꉂ ❩ ๑ Ꮺ ◌ ˖ ࣪ 𖠵 ٬ ⌕ 𔗫 ᥐ ʾ ֛ ៵ ◗ 𓇬︎︎ ᨦ ദ ꜝ ꜞ ◖ ┼ ▀ ▄ ▚ 𔗨 𓍲 ˖ 𓊿 ‣ ପ ﹏ ャ 𖥧 ▹ 𖡼 𖥨 𖠌 ୧ ⌇ 𖤣 ᐢ ¸ _ ◂ ๋ ა এ ঌ ໒. ᘛ ᘚ . .⃗ . ⁽ ⁾ ౿ ヾ ᘡ ९ ₆⁶₆ ๑ ᥀ ᖗ ଓ ৴. ৩ ↯ ᤩ ८ १ ഽ ˘ ˇ ৩ ও °. ୭ ꜜ ೨ ⃞ ৡ ২ ᘘ ﹢ ᖘ ﹙ ﹚ ₍ ₎ ণ ั ر ⃕ ١⠀ﻬ ७ ۫ ૬ ᝰ ⋆ ⌒ ✶ ঌ ᔉ ۵ ५ ✷ ༄ ˓ 𖥸 𓄻 𓏧 ⌁ ꗃ ꈍ. ᨒ 𖥻 爱 ᠈ ꐑ ꗃ ᨵ 𓈈 ⬫ 𓍯 ⩩ ♡̶ ！ ʾʾ ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ՙ 𖥨 › ⤛ ⤜ ๋ ֢ ָ֪֢ ໑ ୧ ⬪ ʚ ୫ ៹ ᥫ᭡ .̑ 𖠵 𝅄 ˓˓ ⌯ 𓍼 ⸼ ☓ ﹫ ー ꣹ ⋄ 𓍢 𐄂 ⍈ 𐇵 ⎙⩇⠀⠀⠀𓄹ִִִִִִ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˓⠀⠀˓⠀⠀ ✿⠀⠀⠀⠀՟ ⠀ ─ ⠀⠀·⠀·⠀·⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝆞⠀⠀⠀⠀“⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀▸ ⠀◃ ⠀༉‧₊˚. : ̗̀➛ ׂׂૢ ╰┈➤ ✎ - ,, -‘๑’- ・❥・ ༊*·˚ ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ ☄. *. ⋆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✧.* ೃ⁀➷ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ ༘ *ೃ༄ .ೃ࿐ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔:･ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ⍣ ೋ ‗ ❍ ¡! ❞ ﹌﹌﹌ 彡 ▓ ღ ꕥ ‿‿‿‿ *+:｡.｡ •·.·''·.·• ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ * ˚ ✦ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- . . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . ↳ ❝ [] ¡! ❞ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ✧˚ · . ˚ · . ༉‧₊˚. '•.¸♡ ♡¸.•' +:ꔫ:﹤ ﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ୨୧ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ ≡;- ꒰ ° ꒱ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ જ⁀➴ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡.°₊ˎˊ˗ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡.°₊ˎˊ˗ ⎙ ⩇ ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 � 𖥦 ⏃ % 𓍯 𔗫 𔖲 𓂃 ﹆ ﹅ 𓄼 𓄹 ᭣ ꧞ 𓏲 𓂅 ꣼ ࿓ ࿔ ༄ ⌗ 𓈒 ⊹ 𖥔 ᨵ ꑘ ᜊ ᦒ ଘ ◖ ◗𖠗 ꗃ ٩ ะ ≛ ߸ 𖡡 𝆺𝅥 ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹 ❤︎ ♥︎ 𔘓⁩ ♡ ᥫ᭡ ✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 𑁍 ꕤ ❑ ❒ !i！？!!﹗⦂ 𓈃 𓄲 𓄴 𓈀 𓊔 ❝ ❞ ❛❜ ୨୧ ‣ › ⌫ ✧ ✦⭒ ✓ ✘ 𓈈 ᚙ ⩨ ▚ ₆⁶₆ ஃ ⿴ ⿻ ꭑ ᧑ 𐐫 𝗈︩︪ ꒰ ꒱ ʚ ɞ “” ⌨︎ ⚠︎ ꒰꒱ ☻ ✰ ❏ ˖* ೃ࿔ 𓆉◡̈ ꒦꒷ ✎ ᝰ ✿ ⚡︎ ☁︎ ⋆ ⋆⑅˚₊ ♡̆̈ 𓍲 𓍱 ꪔ̤̥ 𓍯 ꊞ 𓂃 ꕀ ﹆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⤾ ・°☆ ✎ ̼ ◡̈ ⑅ ♡̷ 𖦹 ･͛♡̷̷̷･͛ ᐧ༚̮ᐧ =͟͟͞♡ εїз ᙏ̤̫ ˳✧༚ /✿ ˙ᘧ ͜ ˙ ♡ ⊸ ꒰ ❛ ❜ ꒱ ‎♡⃕ ◡̈ ˚◞♡ ⃗ ʬʬʬ ༊·˚ ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖° ꪔ̤̥ ˙ ͜ʟ˙ ‎♡‧₊˚ ◡̎ ♡̷ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ 𓆸 ꔛ *﹆ =͟͟͞ ♡̩͙ ꙳ ⋆ ⸝⸝ യ *◞ ♡･ ͜ʖ ･ . ˚◞♡ ෆ ･῾ ᵎ ⌇ ⁺◦ *´ސު｀ ‎ ༘⋆ ꙳ ꕀ ꒰ 𖧧 ·͜·♡ ꒱ ღ ⋆ ꕤ ♡ ⊹ ★꒷ ᵎᵎ ₊ ⨾ ⋆ ʚ ɞ ✦ ♥︎ ∞ 𑁍 𖢷 ۪ ࣪ ﹙☆﹚ ࣪ ִ ‹3 𖧧.𖥔 ݁ ˖⚘₊ ⊹𓏲 (｡>﹏< ? ♡ !! 𓂃 . ට . . . ˓˓ ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ▯ ◠ ﹟𓈈 ᓚᘏᗢ ◠︰ ⨯ // ╰﹒(੭ ´͈꒳'͈)੭ ╰ ╯╭ ╮ᕱ‧ᕱ (๑•ᴗ•๑) ୨୧ • ·➤ ☆◞ ៸៸ 人 : ★⌒꒷꒦ ⊞ 𐅰 ⎗ 𖣯 ▦ 𐄹 ⋕ ＃ ꖛ 𖥻 ୭ꪆ ᥫ ᘏ Ꮼ ᘓ ୬ ෧ ᘡ 𖥨 𓈈 𓈀 𓈃 𓏔 ୨୧ • : :┊ ʚ︰ ₊˚✿ ꒱ ◠ ꒷꒦ ⌗ ．？！、＂＇（）＠／＆＿＃％；：＋＜＝＞〜… ˁ˙˟˙ˀ ꒷꒦ ๑ ♡ ﹕₊ ・ 〜 ꒷꒦꒰・ ˁ˙˟˙ˀ ୨୧ • : ୧ ₊˚ ⌗ ˁ˙˟˙ˀ ꒷꒦ ๑ ♡ ﹕₊˚ ✦・୨୧・ ˎˊ- 〜 ꒷꒦ ╭・꒷꒦꒰ ︵︵﹆ . ⁺ . ✦ ﹒₊˚𓂃 ★﹒₊‧ ★・⸝⸝﹒₊˚﹕﹒₊‧ ﹒₊˚𓂃・﹕★﹒₊‧ ╰╮﹔﹒⧣₊˚ ˚₊﹒﹒╭╯ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ╭╯ ╰╮l﹒⧣ 𓆩 𓆪 𓄴 𓄵 𓄶 𓄷 ❀ ꈍᴗꈍ ꃋᴖꃋ ⚞ ⚟ ◜◝◞◟(\ /) ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ # ᵎ ୧ ⬪ ʚ ୫ ៹ ꐑꐑ ᕬ ⎙ ৎ୭ ‹𝟹 ‹𝟥 ❨ ╲ ╱ ❩ ∀ ≧◡≦ ╰╮‹ゞˀˀᗢ__﹞﹝𑁯⌗。▭⋯⏝ — ୨୧ 𓂃 ꩜! . ૮ ╰・손 𓂅 ╭╯: 𖣠︶꒦꒷ ᗢ . ⌗𓂃 ২・◞ ・ ⸝⸝ ҂ 𓂃 ֙⋆ +．★☆ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ᰔ ⺌⺌ ︿︿ જ⁀➴ ᄋ﹟⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ★˖✦ › # ᵎᵎ モンスタ `·. :¨·.·¨: ⬫ 𓍯 ‹𝟹 ৎ୭ ⪧☆ 𖤐╰►✦₊×・ɞ﹕﹕୨ʚĭɞ୧﹕ ╰ʚ・ ୨୧ ˖ ˚ × ๑ ꈍᴗꈍ Ꮺ ᘏ ⁾ ୨୧・┈・-ଘ੭ˊᵕˋ੭～✧ʚ︰ ︶︶꒦︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷︶✧₊˚୨୧ ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 . 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ ✧ . ˖˳ ₊ * * ✦ . * ✦˳ ── ˖˚˳:: ๑✦୨୧・ ╰──・──・──・ ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ — ⸝⸝ ﾟ･｡･ ⨯ ʚ┊ ⨯ — ⊹ — ✦ ₊˚⌇ ₊˚๑ ゛ × ⌑・ ₊˚๑ ✦ ₊˚⌇ ₊˚๑ ︶꒷꒦ ‧₊ ︶꒷꒦︶꒦ ︶x꒦ • ๑‧˚₊4︶︶୨୧︶︶✦‧₊˚⊹ ˖˚₊ ✎ ( ˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶ ) ✧ ⌒⌒ ˚⊹ 「 」︰╮ ₊˚๑ ˖˚₊ ୨୧． ・୨୧ ︶︶︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒦꒷︶ ✦ ♡ ✧ ︶︶꒦︶︶꒷꒦꒷꒦︶ ୨୧． ⌒ ⌒ ⌒ ⌒ ‧₊˚๑ ── ♡ ⊹ ᵎᵎ ──・๑ ₊˚ ꒷꒦ ꒰꒱┇✧． ꒰꒱┇✦． ꒰꒱┇✧． ꒰꒱┇✦． ⁺ ˖˚ ໑ ₊˚ ──・──・・✧ ・・──・── ꒰꒰ ✎ :: ⊹ ── ． ． ┄┄ ₊˚๑ ・ ‧ ✎ ₊ ๑ ⋆˚. ⌒⌒ ₊ ๑ ⌒⌒ ₊ ๑ ⌒⌒ ♡₊˚ ❜ ๑ ₊˚ ꒷꒦ ꒰୨୧꒱． ꒰୨୧꒱． ┊ ๑ ˚. ┊ ︰ ┊ ⁀➷ ˖˚₊⠀⠀✧⠀ ♡⠀ ￤⠀✦ ⠀⠀┊ ◞⁺⊹． ⠀⠀꒦ 𖧷 ✦ ┊︰・˚₊ ┊꒰꒰ ꒱꒱ ₊˚๑ ✧ ꒷꒦︶ ︶꒷꒦꒷︶ ︶ ︶꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦︶ ︶ ・꒷꒦‧₊˚ ╭──・───────・ˊ＊ ╰──・───────・ˊ＊ ・꒷꒦‧₊˚ ︵ ⋆｡˚ ︵ ⋆｡˚ ⿻ ˒ 𓂃 ⸝⸝ ︵ ★ ⌒꒷꒦ ﹕⨳ ⁛★☆ 𓈀 : 𓂅 𓄹ㅤ ! ㅤ ৲ ■ ! 𖠳 𓂃 ▦ ! ꯴ ： ❛ ㅤ𖥻 ♥︎.ㅤ縙ㅤ𓍼ㅤ ⊹ ୨୧ (๑꧆◡꧆๑) #O1 , ᵎ ・┈・・┈・・┈・・┈・・┈・ ╰╮ ꒰꒰ㅤ﹕★ #O2 , ᵎ #O3 , ᵎ ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒷꒦︶ : ＃ ☆★ !! — — — — — — — ੭ 𓂅 ・・♡ ~（ゝ。∂） ⋆ ࣪ ִֶָ . ꩜ ⁘ ︻ 上═ 𓂃 % ¿¿ ˑ ࿏ 𓄹 ࣪ ִֶָ ࣪ ּ ִ ִ ˑ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅::]̲̅:̲̅::) 𓂃 ִֶָ . ꩜ >﹏★/ ︻デ═ ╭ ﹆ ⁺ ╰╮° ˖ ┊໑ ₊˚ 人 %ᵕ‿‿ᵕ% ꒷꒦% ## 𖧧 𓂃໑#★ ⋆ ˚꒦꒷ ⋆ (ゝ'-')︻デ═一 * ‧ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ 𓂂 ꙳ ੭ ₍ ₎ — ᠀ 𝟎𝟏 ! — ᵕ̈ ｡ — ˓ ⋆ 𝟎𝟐 ꜥꜤ ᐢ..ᐢ ━ 𝟎𝟑 ، ㅤㅤᘏ ﹕ ♥︎೨ 𓏲੭ ˒ 𒊹︎ ╰﹒ ˚ ⸼ ۫ 𓍯﹫ 𓏭 ั ᓚᘏᗢ ↯ . . . . ੭ ╾━╤デ╦︻⁰⁰¹∙ ﹕ ₊ ‧ ╱╳╲ ‧⁰⁰²∙ ,, ‧ ⁰⁰³∙ ﹕ ₊ ‧ ╱╳╲ ‧⁰⁰⁴∙ ,, ‧ ➜ ◠ ：ᨓᨓ ៹࣪ ៸៸╭━𖤘・˃ᴗ˂╰━꒰ ᵕ ༝ ᵕ ꒱⋋✦₊꩜﹒𓂅 ˇ ִֶָ ︰꩜？！⋆ 　 ﹒ 　⁺ 　﹒　 ☆ ﹒　　⁺ 　﹒⋆ 　 ﹒ 　⁺ 　﹒　 ★ ﹒　　⁺ 　﹒×ᄋ ☆ ⨾҂ᵎᵎ⁺˒ᘛᘚ✿೨୧ ₪◊⋐⋑˘˘˘Ɛ ❥ ⊹.˚ 𐔌♫ྀི𓈒 ݁⋆ ఇ ♩ ࿐ ᧔♡᧓ 𓊆ྀི 𓊇ྀི ❣︎ °୭̥ ✩ ໒꒱ ୨ৎ ೀ ⪩⪨ 𓋜 𐬹 ۫ ۪ ᩍ 𐙚 ₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩 ⑅ 𓇥 .☽༊˚ ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ‧₊˚﹒♡﹗₊˚⊹❀