ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ❝ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵃᵐ ᴵ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᅠ ❞ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ——————Ｘｅｎｏｓ————— ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ⤫ #OPENRP ⤫ #MVRP ⤫ #OCRP ⤫

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𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄. x.com/i/events/15056…

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❝ so . . . there's a mother tree that gives birth to baby trees? and you go in people's beds while they're asleep and give them good dreams? and that somehow prevents nightmares while also preventing the mother tree from dying? ❞

He'd walk quickly behind Sett, closely following him and glancing around as he took in the surroundings; the place was unlike anything he'd seen before, so he began asking about it. ❝ So, what is this place? and . . . where are we going? ❞

❝ the games? . . . sounds fun, can I play? ❞ he'd rest his hands on the table, leaning in slightly, two names? why would anyone need two names he'd wonder.

❝ thanks! and hey sova, I have something I wanted to tell you . . . Красивый русский мужчина, ты такой горячий, я хотел бы поцеловать тебя и затащить в свою постель сегодня вечером! ❞

❝ maybe it's all true, or maybe you are just an old drunk fool, guess you'll never know. ❞ he drains the bottle completely emptying it, throwing it to the ground shattering it to pieces, before reaching his hand up at him for another drink. ❝ hey, wanna go another round? ❞

❝ blood sport you say? my favourite— why not join forces and combine our dimensional capabilities, we could kill so many and win ❛ the games ❜ I wonder what the prize is hm.❞ he stands up from his chair leaning over the table, actively convincing her to let him join.

❝ of course, anything for you . . . Красивый русский мужчина, ты такой горячий, я хотел бы поцеловать тебя и затащить в свою постель сегодня вечером!❞ he butchers the accent completely but continues to say it with a straight face.

/ / how do people have the effort to rp with so many spaces ?