Bisexual
🎵whitetail-Brill
Pm if you want to rp. Im picky though and I only rp girls.
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Post by 🎵whitetail-Brill on Apr 2, 2018 21:32:50 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 21:33:44 GMT -5
Glory was about to laugh but then got water showered in her face like a jet. "Hey!" She called. She ducked under water and emerged just to splash Lily's face with another bout of water.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Apr 2, 2018 21:34:02 GMT -5
>> Sara smiled and slid off her sandals, setting her drink in a little dip of sand. "Afte you." She motioned to her friend. She had always been slightly nervous about swimming in water that she couldn't see the bottom of, but she felt that maybe it were time she broadened her horizons.
>>James stepped out of the boat, siding his hand in Beccas. "You lead the way." He whispered, looking down at the water.
>> lily laughed and went under again, digging her hands in the sand under the water. She felt a smooth hard disc and grabbed it. She showed her friend the near perfect sand dollar and grinned. At least she was still good at finding stuff.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 21:35:03 GMT -5
Even though I'm not roleplaying with james and becca I SHIP THEM LIKE THE TITANIC EEEE)
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Post by Brindlebriar on Apr 2, 2018 21:36:26 GMT -5
@shadowbloom so sorry about missing your post
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Post by Brindlebriar on Apr 2, 2018 21:38:19 GMT -5
>> James felt his heart beating hard against his chest, now was his chance. He stopped Becca and grabbed her face gently in his hands, lifting her chin, placing his lips perfectly on his. He breathed in her scent and allowed his lips to dance on hers. He slowly pulled away, their forehead still touching. "Sorry." He whispered.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 21:39:55 GMT -5
rip no I meant it was a big ship haha. Naw it's fine brindle take your time )
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 21:44:30 GMT -5
nononono becca your head is ruining the moment. (feels like watching a cheesy anime movie that is actually interesting hahaha )
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Post by Brindlebriar on Apr 2, 2018 21:51:39 GMT -5
>> James stepped back, worry filling his eyes. "Are you alright?" He asked, worried that kissing her had hurt her somehow. "Should i have no kissed you?"
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Post by Brindlebriar on Apr 2, 2018 21:54:23 GMT -5
>> James let a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. "We're just friends." He reassured her, not wanting to freak her out.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Apr 2, 2018 21:58:43 GMT -5
>> James frowned slightly, disappointed that Becca so easy turned his down like that. He rose followed her to the pool, remaining quiet.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 22:02:33 GMT -5
brindle did i get a response?
james you got SHUT DOWN)
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Bisexual
🎵whitetail-Brill
Pm if you want to rp. Im picky though and I only rp girls.
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Post by 🎵whitetail-Brill on Apr 2, 2018 22:03:25 GMT -5
brindle did i get a response? james you got SHUT DOWN) for now )
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 22:06:07 GMT -5
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Post by Brindlebriar on Apr 2, 2018 22:17:36 GMT -5
brindle did i get a response? james you got SHUT DOWN) YEP. ITS ON THE PREVIOUS PAGE. oops. i didn't mean to put it in all caps.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Apr 2, 2018 22:18:05 GMT -5
>> lily laughed and went under again, digging her hands in the sand under the water. She felt a smooth hard disc and grabbed it. She showed her friend the near perfect sand dollar and grinned. At least she was still good at finding stuff.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Apr 2, 2018 22:19:00 GMT -5
>> James followed, his heart racing once more. don't touch the water. he thought to himself.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Apr 2, 2018 22:22:19 GMT -5
>> James cupped his hands around his ears, his eyes wide as he watched the girl transform in front of him. "I'll never get used to that..." He breathed.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Apr 2, 2018 22:30:50 GMT -5
>> James slid his hands away from his ears, the girls voice putting him in a trance. feeling his head fill with fog, his feet slipped, sending him right into the moonpool next to Becca.
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