Homestruck
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No, Mutie, it’s cool. VERY cool. *adjusts bow-tie and continues to scratch the cat*
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:33< oh...i stand purrected. we can still be furiends, though! *ac nuzzles the kitty back*
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((… it’s like 8:45 already… you must be on the west coast, nepeta.))
H4 H4, TH4T 1S 4 R1D1CULOUS 4G3 TO CL41M TO B3! 1 4M SIX (SOL4R SW33PS).
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(( I assumed something like that, Terezi. Never actually bothered to research it. ))
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(( 9:50 aw yeeeeee
oh man I don’t know what to post IC so I’ll just chill and stalk everyone in here for now ))
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((yup. west coast. :3))
:33< *ac helps the kitty up onto her head, she sits contentedly.* yeah. how can anybody be 907 sw33ps? -
O)( golly, wouldn’t t)(at be 1815 )(uman years? 38O
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Honestly, 907. I’m a Time Lord. We live long lives. *folds arms and tilts his head to the side* WELL, mostly. When we aren’t being attacked… I honestly don’t know how I’ve managed this long. Luck, I think. Luck, skill, and charm. Luck, skill, charm, and an awful lot of running. Seriously, an outrageous amount of running.
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WH4T 1S 4 T1M3 LORD? YOU W3R3 TH3 H3RO OF T1M3 1N YOUR S3SS1ON? TH3 LORD OF T1M3?
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:33< woow. that's inpurresting! *ac smiles, crosses her legs, and leans forward in a storytime position.* how much running?