❝ I wonder if they know that… the people who made the show, I mean.❞
“Probably. I mean it’s not like they didn’t have a proto-audience to preview the show for them and give them feedback, right? It works a little too well to be a coincidence.”
ℜ ➳ ⟨ “You know I don’t pick on purpose.” Raz huffs, in mock anger. “We are friends, in a way— he’s my mentor. That’s about as close As he’ll ever let me get.” He explains, “That’s just how he is. And, well— the invasions of privacy are just how I am.” ⟩
"Oh hush, you know I’m kidding.“ This statement is punctuated with a light punch to his arm and a breezy chuckle. "I just don’t want you to get singled out for dangerous missions all the time. I worry about you, y'know?”
[ Nah but I love all of you guys like th ank u for not being dicks ok. I mostly just put people I’ve interacted with the most but all of you guys are the bomb ok ok ok
This is my "Hi my name is Rin and there's 600 of you guys why" follow forever. ART; BACKGROUND ART.
Hello Friends if you don’t know by now my name is Rin and I’m very much flattered with the 602 followers. I never would have expected to get so many, i would have thought I would’ve moved to another blog or something. but here i am and andy muse is s o s t r o n g and thank you for sticking with me for as ling as you guys have, even after so many hiatuses due to family and thing, I’m so happy and i just, thank you so much you guys are s o N I C E——If you aren’t on here DON’T FEEL BAD——anyways here’s the thing.
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☾ ▲ ☽ “Yeah. But honestly I’m not really sure what I want to do with… all that,” he replied, waving a hand. “I mean I know I’ll figure it out and everything, but I guess I’m getting a little frustrated.”
"Hey, dude, if you’re really stressed about it, maybe you should take a year off. Lots of people do it, y'know? Take a year to soul search or something.“ She shrugged, slipping her hands into her jeans pockets.
❝ Parents? I don’t have any of those. Father abandoned me a long time ago. ❞
Swaying back and forth on her heels, Mary fingered the petals of her rose; once fake, it was now alive, sepals velvety soft beneath her touch. However, unlike Ib’s and Garry’s, it wasn’t at all representant of her life force. Rather, a relic from the past. A reminder that she had once been something inhuman. And she’d hold onto it until it withered and turned into dust.
❝ My name is Mary. What’s yours? ❞
This was an unsettling reply and Wendy had to force herself from staring dubiously at the girl. What was this kid's deal? She was acting like something straight out of a horror movie and it worried Wendy.
“My name’s Wendy. It’s, uh, it’s nice to meet you, Mary.” She held her hand out to shake, politeness taking precedence over fear. While Mary was kind of freaky, Wendy had no doubt she could take on a kid if anything went down.
{ { ♥ } } ❝ I always end up falling asleep halfway through because of it, though … ❞
“Yeah, that’s why they’re so good for people who have trouble sleeping, dude. I always end up binge watching them the night before a big test or something.”
ℜ ➳ ⟨ Raz shakes his head vigorously— ”You don’t know Sasha.” He laughs, “That’s the worst idea.” He crosses his arms, giving his old friend a smile, now. ”Like literally the worst idea to ever be thought— He’s very closed.” ⟩
One green orb crinkles at the corner; Wendy is beyond amused by his reaction. “Here’s a novel thought.” She talks slowly, thinking over how to phrase what to say. She leans on her axe, one hand lazily scratching her chin. “Have you considered befriending your boss instead of trying to pick at his brain?”
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