// Event canceled (not really, things still happening 'offscreen')
Gonna take a small break cause, I can't be stressing this badly trying to figure what to do next with Captain n Clay
Shouldn't be more than a week
Other than that, ill be lurking ✌️ Peace.
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Shit...
( He's muttering as he stumbles on his way home... supposedly. There's bIood staining his undershirt and armor, who the hell did he get into a fight with?? )
// i dont think this rlly should be said but im going 2 anyway: if u baby-ify rocket, pls stay away from me. & i don't mean like. portraying rocket in his younger years or anything but like. making full grown adult rocket act like a baby/child, i likely wont interact w/ u.
[Medkit, how did you put up with this cold every day?]
[How did you survive here?]
[Maybe Sword was looking for solutions, but he wanted answers to his long unanswered questions. Files were seemingly not enough. He wanted to see it for himself.]
@PRcketindahouse ° She waved meekly at the other newspawn, her wings flicking behind her as she waited for xem to arrive over to where she was. °
° Clutching onto the few papers she now had, as the rest has been 'posted' for help around the park. °
° Claymore had been walking around, holding papers as she placed them around, until her wings flapped at the strum of guitar strings. °
° Staring up at the other inphernal with wide eyes.. oh. This young one.. oh. Oh no. °
@PRcketindahouse ° Her wings flapped as she continued to watch the other newspawn strumming the guitar. °
° Though, her headwings peeked open hearing the frustrated chirp.. oh, that look like it hurt.. °
° Looking around, she folded a paper into a paper airplane, aiming and sending it off to-