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Post by soot on Jan 27, 2024 13:40:01 GMT -5
(That’s good to hear, Blue! And I gotcha! ^^ I’ve had a few times similar to that.)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 27, 2024 21:20:17 GMT -5
(Hey guys! Sorry I was gone for a few days, our internet went down after our latest snow storm!) Alanna looked sharply at Delvin, trying to shove down the alarm that had quickly risen at his question. "Um... err..." she stuttered. "Far away from here." she finally mumbled out, not meeting his gaze. She turned her head away to hide her face. Delvin frowns when he notices her reaction. He quickly decided to change the subject instead. "So, there is a lot of different type of houses or cabins scattered around here. Do you and your sister have a preference of where you want to stay? There are plenty of places that are still empty." |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 27, 2024 21:26:33 GMT -5
Carefully, yet unsteadily, Jack took a hold of Roger’s hand and shimmied his way up onto his feet, using the tree as support. He was still wobbly. Visibly so. If he did indeed transform during the night, then he prayed to whoever watching him that he didn’t kill anyone. (Wanna skip to when they arrive back at the house?) |
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Post by Junospower on Jan 27, 2024 23:48:08 GMT -5
(Yeah that’s fine with me)
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 28, 2024 16:25:08 GMT -5
++ Zhenya Metaxas-- Nola mumbles something under her breath and Anya laughs, still smiling when her soft scent becomes tainted with regret. He isn't sure why, but her apologetic glance toward Teo gives him a clue. He continues to watch her closely, phone held in front of his face with a blank screen. From this angle he can see her laptop and the block of text that she's pecking away at, sacrificing accuracy for speed. He's poised for action, and takes it when she rests her head in her hands with slumped shoulders.
"Yeah. No. That's strike three."
The detective hops from his perch and approaches with an irritated click of his tongue, slipping his phone into his jacket pocket. "You're overdue for a timeout." He makes a shooing motion. "Go get some rest, Nola. Don't make me confiscate your laptop~"
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++ Dalian E. Siu-Stapp -- His eyes narrow with amusement, following her gaze to the offending vehicle and back. "Don't mind it none, full moon makes all our minds a bit cattywampus." Dalian engulfs her hand in his and gives it a firm shake. "Dalian Siu-Stapp, at yer service." His brow ticked upward when she caught herself almost using another name but he doesn't comment on it. She warms up right quick and he doffs his hat in response. "Well Miss Ayutthayya, let's see if we can't get ya back on the road. I'll be just a moment-"
With that said, Dalian trots back over to his truck and retrieves a toolbox from the backseat. He returns to place it on the ground near the front of her car and taps the hood. He isn't dirty but he almost doesn't want to touch it, as if he can lower its value by doing so. Hasn't messed around with many mercedes in his life. They should still break down the same, though. "Mind poppin' yer hood so I can get a look-see?"
He ensures the hood stays open and secures the buttons on his sleeves to prevent them from rolling down as he works. That repetitive squeak he'd heard earlier gives him an idea of what the issue is, and that's the first thing he checks as he plants his palms on the rim and scans the interior. "Uh huh. There we go...yer drive belt is loose. Fix is easy enough."
Dalian kneels briefly to gather the appropiate tools before getting to work, humming idly as he disconnects the battery and sets about loosening the bolts. He reckons they both have perishables to see to, but he's careful not to rush so as to ensure she's trouble-free further down the road. Even after he's adjusted the tension and reconnected the battery, he figures he oughta perform other cursory checks while he's still elbow-deep. Seems the lady keeps her car in good condition, although he would suggest- "Might need an oil change sometime soon. Heat degraded it. Other'n that, yer good to go."
The blond tilts his head back to blow a few wayward strands out of his eyes and tugs at the towel he'd tied to his belt so that he can wipe his hands. He raises his stormy blue gaze to hers, head canted in inquiry. "That all you need?"
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 28, 2024 16:26:44 GMT -5
[ Just a little something to get you moving ^^"
And I planned on the twins herding Nola home in my other post but forgot to add it because I was in a rush ^^"
I'll properly respond to OOC chat later! ]
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Post by soot on Jan 28, 2024 20:12:46 GMT -5
This works great! ^^
Pfft, I’ll get my next one up for her.. soon-ish? Ah! And I need to think up a few ideas for Callisto..)
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Post by soot on Jan 28, 2024 22:52:49 GMT -5
. ‘ * Nola Levington * ‘ . Nola aborts her movement to continue typing, looking up to Zhenya with a plain, then subsequently quirked expression. His shooing, and insistence makes her pause in her own want to insist, she does need to get this report in as soon as she’s able to.. But he has a crystal clear point. So she sets her elbows on her knees for a moment, amusement at his use of ‘timeout’ slight, but there. “Confiscate my laptop. Is that legal..?” She asks quietly in reply, already reaching to shutoff, and gently close her laptop. (She needs a new one.) Technically so long as there’s reasonable cause.. confiscation is more on the legal side. She picks it up, fingers slipping under the edges before its supported result by her injured arm and side, standing up from her comfortable (and warm, cushy) spot on the couch. Nola stares intently at Zhenya for a few moments, eyes narrowed.. before just huffing in amusement. “Rest is a.. good idea.” She says, barely able to keep still in the few moments she pauses, thankful to dig the keys out of her pocket carefully, twirling them. “The drive isn’t too far.. make sure you both get some rest as well, hm?” The keys clink and clatter quietly, specifically the small Gris-Gris attached. Nola’s expression is genuine, gaze shifting lightly to Zinoviy before, looking idly over to the exit to the break room. She.. might grab a snack before leaving. Slowly looking back we to Zhenya, expression light, but oddly serious at once. “ Do we still have any of those little baggies of cookies left..?” Famous-Amos is one cookie brand in particular Nola loves. And she wants cookies.
. ‘ + Callisto Ayutthaya + ‘ . Her expression is a carefully polite one, nodding with a slights scrunch of her nose at his words, and moments later chuff of amusement. She has nod idea what ‘ cattywampus’ actually means, but she figures context clues work until she looks it up later. (Or right after he leaves.) “It’s a pleasure, Mr. Siu-Stapp.” She replies easily ignoring of the ticked brow, and having a more genuine expression. Her handshake is solid, even with her dainty paper working hand being practically swallowed whole by his. Callisto watches as he momentarily leaves to retrieve his- toolbox.. that- well, that makes sense. She also feels like she should insist on him using ‘Callisto’.. even with her prior use of his last name. Formalities, a very strong habit of hers. Using them on a daily, more normal basis isn’t bad, but with how often th first name insistence is… insisted, maybe using peoples first names more often wouldn’t be a bad idea.. Arms secure on holding her wallet in front of her, used to the well worn, but in near pristine condition item. When did she get it again? She remembers it was for her birthday, two years ago by now? She’s about to follow his direction towards the front of her car when he asks, her foot in the air for a moment before turning directions. “ Hm-? Oh, of course.” To the drivers side it is. The small sleek and labeled handle popped after just a few moments, Callisto’s eyes lifting toward where he is through the window. “There should be a small latch in the middle to fully open it.” She adds, waiting for him to successfully open and secure the hood before making her way to the side of the front of the car, shoes making a quiet, though cheerily satisfying sound as she goes. Callisto leans over just slightly, head inclined to watch him work with obvious curiosity. Green eyes keen, flicking back to figure out here he’s looking. Callisto is quickly surprised by his quick work, already managing to find the problem. She’s not really.. a car person. Most of that was left to a licensed mechanic, or father, begrudgingly, who took hours out of multiple days to teach Ramona.. just so he wouldn’t have to do it ever again, because he absolutely despises working on cars. Callisto continues watching him fix.. the ‘drive belt’? She perks up, gaze back up towards the man’s actual face rather than what he’s working on, brow quirked. Oil change..? Does she have spare oil in her car somewhere..? Doubt. She’ll probably need to pick some up.. and FaceTime Ramona to help her through the process. And likely get insulted (playfully) at her lack of car knowledge. She is clueless with cars. Callisto’s gratitude is wholly genuine. “I’ll make sure to change it later- and.. that should be it.” Another pause, she is very off of her game today. “Thank you again. Is.. there anything I could repay you with? Favor for a favor..?” She asks, expression just slightly tight. As much as she appreciates plain chivalry, Callisto feels like she should make her appreciation more known. And it’s not like they’re friends, so payment.. or something is likely more along the lines of a decent offer. Or he insists not to be relayed, but thanks her for the thought, whichever comes first. |
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 29, 2024 1:41:42 GMT -5
Anticipation burned every particle of Javalle’s being. A convulsive jolt forced his legs to buckle underneath him. All at once, his bones began to shift, retreating back to their human shape. Fur began to shed and shorten, teeth dulled from their sharpened state, and ears rounded back to take their place on the side of his head. Once he was able to adjust a grip with his wonky, large hands, he immediately snatched the folded blanket from his bed and sheltered his bare skin. Paranoia shoved its way into his mind as he realized he forgot to shut the bedroom door while he was still exposed underneath the covers. Slowly rising up, Javalle groggily hobbled over to lock the aforementioned door before picking out an outfit from the closet. A piercing ring in his ears dulled Javalle's senses as he surveyed the closet's inventory of clothes. Please. Not now. he grimaced as he waited for his vision to clear. He had brief moments of achiness after shifting back, but for some reason this morning was particularly unforgiving. After the nagging noise faded away, Javalle settled into something simple: a navy blue lounge tee and some ankle high capri pants. He exhaled a relieved breath that he made it through the night decently with his new tagalong. Speaking of which, he would settle the matter of finding something for her while he called the library. Javalle fumbled to grab his phone from the top drawer on his cabinet and dialed the number for the assistance desk. He cleared his exhausted vocals waiting for someone to pick up, cringing at the fact that his voice might sound too guttural compared to their normal pitch. "H-hello? Uhm, yes, this is Javalle. I know this is on short notice but I need to call off for today." The shifter drew in a breath as he fidgeted uncomfortably, anticipating to formulate a solid excuse. Luckily, the worker at the other end of the line didn't ask for a reason. " Oh. By the way, have you heard anything back from Jack yet? Jack Rivers. It's supposed to be his first day covering the day shift with me tomorrow. No...? Alright. " He gave a rushed thanks before hanging up abruptly. While on his call, Javalle rummaged through the bin of old clothes. All of these outfits were either handed down from his family or still withheld some sort of sentimental value. A rush of bitterness stung his eyes as he recounted memories of moving to Griffindale as he brushed past his high school clothes. He didn't want to think too hard about his adolescent years. Eventually, he found a tee with numerous types of birds displayed on the front and some loose fitting jeans. Guess this'll have to do. The shifter smoothed out his ruffled hair and put on his pendant before opening the door again, ready to start the day. Returning his thoughts to Maria, Javalle felt guilty about the way he made the conversation uneasy as he sent her away to change. He didn't know exactly what triggered the teen's heightened embarrassment, but judging by the general situation, he supposed she was anxious to change like him. Contraily, doubt wormed its way into his subconscious and he frowned under the impression he implied something terribly wrong. I hope not. Approaching the bathroom door, he warily placed Maria's change of clothes down before following with a gentle knock. Saying nothing more, Javalle turned away and headed towards the kitchen to the left of the hallway. It was about time both of them had a proper breakfast before heading out. Scanning the pantry selves, the were-lynx spotted an unopened box of pancake mix and scanned the serving contents. Javalle received it as an unusual birthday gift from the folks and the library, but between working and not being the best cook he just hadn't found a use for it. Two servings each, with a total of four pancakes for each box. Oddly convenient, they thought with a shrug. Javalle grabbed a cast iron pan and began gathering ingredients for cooking... (Wow this took me FOREVER. This post is LONG and a little bit lore filled! Didn't want to go too crazy. Just for refernce, I'd say this response takes place early in the morning while everyone else is writing towards the middle of the day? I believe? My last message was vague in wording (not to mention the typos) since I was especially tired, so if you need me to elaborate on anything please feel free to let me know, bloodrosepelt ) |
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Post by soot on Jan 29, 2024 1:50:38 GMT -5
(Amazing as always Lazz! I adore reading the amount of detail ^^ as for timeline… ahh, for mine? I’m going for mid morning? Like 8-9am. Outside of my own, I don’t know the time everyone else is doing ^^”]
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 29, 2024 15:57:41 GMT -5
Roger reaches their house and helps Jack into the house. Along the way, he told him about the rogue ambush and about how the pack fought them off. He was unaware though of those who lost their lives. He helps him into the bedroom and takes a small step back. "Do you need anything else?"
Bruno slowly opens his eyes and sees his father in front of him. He blinks his eyes a few times vision blurry by the bright lights. What he quickly realized was that his whole body felt sore. "Dad? Where am I?" He mumbled. Did he hurt himself doing something dumb again? Bruno closes his eyes for a few minutes as he allows his brain to wake up.
He remembered being with his friends during the full moon then something hitting his head. His eyes suddenly widened as he remembered the strangers ambushing him and his friends. "What happened?"
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 29, 2024 21:58:48 GMT -5
[ That makes sense!
I have seen Criminal Minds! I used to watch it everyday!
Haha the Anya Patrol~ And yep, that's what I imagined too!
I understand! I was thinking of wrapping up too so we can keep up with the shifts in time that everyone is making- Hmm I think Charlie will be spending most of his time at the hospital to watch over Bruno but I was thinking he'd arrange to see Nola in person? Likely at the hospital and from there they can take a walk on the grounds or something? I don't know ^^" I haven't had much space for planning lately- ]
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Post by soot on Jan 29, 2024 22:13:20 GMT -5
Hmmm. That works well for me! Some sort of little meet up to see how she’s doing and such? It makes sense, so.. you can set that up how you’d like? I can always make another ‘starter’ for Nola while she’s busy, and she gets a phone call?)
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Jan 29, 2024 22:17:10 GMT -5
Maria took a nice long shower, just letting the water wash all her pain and sorrow from the night off of her. Ah this is exactly what she needed. No fur to get tangled easily. Two feet keeping her upright. Yup this was so much better than being in the a wolf to her. However, her bliss would not last. She needed to get out of the shower soon or she will turn all pruney and stuff. Her looks were never high on her priority list, but she at least wanted to make sure she could at least make a good first impression as a human. Pretend the original one never happened.
Slowly she turned off the water and exited the shower. She started to shiver from the water on her skin cooling rapidly. Looking around for a second she looked for a towel. Once she found one she quickly dried herself off and wrapped it around her body.
Okay she was now dry, onto the next step. With a slight groan she looked at the bathroom door and blushed. What kinda cloths could a fully grown man have that would fit her, she was a teenage girl. Anything he has would probably swallow her up like a black hole. Well best see what she had to work with. Opening the door she noticed the pile of cloths set in front of the door.
Picking up her wardrobe she quickly brought them inside. Looking at the cloths Maria thought the shirt would be fine, but the jeans might need something else. Maybe Javalle has a belt she could borrow to keep them from falling off. Whelp deal with that later, it’s getting cold in this bathroom right now. Once dressed she stepped out of the bathroom and looked around wondering where to go now, but that was quickly answered when she heard noise coming from down the hall. Following the wound she walked into the kitchen, all the while using one hand to keep the pants up, and said, “U-um hello, you in here Javalle?”
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 29, 2024 22:47:48 GMT -5
[ Yeah! And of course if you have ideas I'm happy to hear them! I was just thinking Anya would remind her to contact him and then he'd suggest they get something to eat or take a rest somewhere after seeing how tired she looks? Something like that ^^"
My keyboard is about to die so I have to find something that will allow it to charge- but hopefully I can respond tomorrow? ]
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Post by soot on Jan 29, 2024 22:56:26 GMT -5
(Ohh, that sounds good! Nola’s on the look out for some cookies currently, Famous Amos currently, her favorite brand besides Oreo’s without the filling. If only they sold those..
And you’re all good, haha. I’ll be a bit busy tomorrow anyway, so take your time! ^^
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Post by Junospower on Jan 30, 2024 0:24:55 GMT -5
Roger reaches their house and helps Jack into the house. Along the way, he told him about the rogue ambush and about how the pack fought them off. He was unaware though of those who lost their lives. He helps him into the bedroom and takes a small step back. "Do you need anything else?" Bruno slowly opens his eyes and sees his father in front of him. He blinks his eyes a few times vision blurry by the bright lights. What he quickly realized was that his whole body felt sore. "Dad? Where am I?" He mumbled. Did he hurt himself doing something dumb again? Bruno closes his eyes for a few minutes as he allows his brain to wake up. He remembered being with his friends during the full moon then something hitting his head. His eyes suddenly widened as he remembered the strangers ambushing him and his friends. "What happened?" Jack was silent on their journey back to the house. Although, he was surprised at how eerily quickly he regained his strength. It was evident that he was exhausted, but no longer looked like he was seconds from withering away. The realization that he was indeed a werewolf was clear and came to him in a sad finality. But why couldn’t he remember anything? Clearly he was in a fight, and somehow was treated. But how? And who? Before long they were in Jack’s room and he realized he was being spoken to. “No, I’m fine. Thank you.” |
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Post by Junospower on Jan 30, 2024 0:26:21 GMT -5
( lazzylake sending Jack your way. This is gonna be an awkward first day lol) |
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Post by soot on Jan 30, 2024 14:44:15 GMT -5
(I’ll chuck Adeline to the library once you guys have got it all set up ^^]
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 30, 2024 16:53:17 GMT -5
(Wait a second... I actually wanted Jack and Javalle to start work at the library the next day in RP. I still have yet to let Javalle take Maria to The Primal Bloods, but Jack is free to make interactions with Javalle there before work the next day (if possible!) It took me a few days to write my last response with a Javalle so I understand where any confusion may have happened)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 30, 2024 18:30:06 GMT -5
(Oh okay. I can edit my last response and just have him casually go to the library then so he can still interact with Adeline)
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Post by soot on Jan 30, 2024 18:34:58 GMT -5
(If you want, we can also wait until the next day, where he’s at work?)
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 30, 2024 20:38:10 GMT -5
(I’m fine with either option! The choice is yours for what you want to do, Juno!)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 30, 2024 22:19:58 GMT -5
(I’ll wait until the next day, then. Just give me a moment to fix my post)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 30, 2024 22:21:14 GMT -5
(There! All fixed)
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Jan 31, 2024 21:23:14 GMT -5
Howdy y’all?)
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Post by bluedawn on Jan 31, 2024 21:54:42 GMT -5
Alanna stopped and thought for a moment, grateful for the change of subject. Her mind conjured up an image of her and Sage, sitting side by side on a cozy couch in front of a fireplace. She imagined them having their own place for the first time in their lives, a place to call home for the first time since their parents died. A small smile turned her lips up at the thought.
"A small cabin would be perfect." Alanna said to Delvin, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice even though her throat felt a bit tight. She wasn't sure if she succeeded or not, and watched his face carefully for his reaction.
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Post by soot on Jan 31, 2024 22:17:34 GMT -5
Howdy o’ hi! I’m doin’ dandy, how about you?)
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Post by lazzylake on Feb 1, 2024 0:48:03 GMT -5
Maria took a nice long shower, just letting the water wash all her pain and sorrow from the night off of her. Ah this is exactly what she needed. No fur to get tangled easily. Two feet keeping her upright. Yup this was so much better than being in the a wolf to her. However, her bliss would not last. She needed to get out of the shower soon or she will turn all pruney and stuff. Her looks were never high on her priority list, but she at least wanted to make sure she could at least make a good first impression as a human. Pretend the original one never happened. Slowly she turned off the water and exited the shower. She started to shiver from the water on her skin cooling rapidly. Looking around for a second she looked for a towel. Once she found one she quickly dried herself off and wrapped it around her body. Okay she was now dry, onto the next step. With a slight groan she looked at the bathroom door and blushed. What kinda cloths could a fully grown man have that would fit her, she was a teenage girl. Anything he has would probably swallow her up like a black hole. Well best see what she had to work with. Opening the door she noticed the pile of cloths set in front of the door. Picking up her wardrobe she quickly brought them inside. Looking at the cloths Maria thought the shirt would be fine, but the jeans might need something else. Maybe Javalle has a belt she could borrow to keep them from falling off. Whelp deal with that later, it’s getting cold in this bathroom right now. Once dressed she stepped out of the bathroom and looked around wondering where to go now, but that was quickly answered when she heard noise coming from down the hall. Following the wound she walked into the kitchen, all the while using one hand to keep the pants up, and said, “U-um hello, you in here Javalle?” Javalle was too zoned in to cooking to pay much attention to his surroundings. Normally he only had time to microwave a quick meal before heading out to work, but with someone else over, he felt obligated to whip up something decent for company's sake. Or to prove himself that he was a functioning adult with no reliance on fast food, one of the two. He cycled through whisking eggs and milk into a creamy batter and pouring it into the pan. The first couple of batches had some mildly burnt edges as the shifter flipped them over. Better that than undercooked, they thought with a sigh as he took responsibility that he would eat accidental flapjacks. Javalle was just about ready to turn over the last pancake, thinking about what beverages and sides he had in the to offer his guest, when the opening of the bathroom door made him flinch. What happened to that super-sonic hearing of yours? Javalle scowled that a sound as mild as a door opening would catch him off-guard. Without glancing up, his ears picked up the voice of Maria in her usual anxious tone. The noise was a bit drowned out from both the pancakes sizzling and the shift, but the were-lynx understood enough to form an answer.
"Yep. I'm cooking breakfast." -He paused briefly to slide the steaming hotcakes onto a plate- "Did you need anything, Maria?"(Cooking sesison with Javalle oh yeah~) |
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Post by Hushabye on Feb 2, 2024 0:14:06 GMT -5
[ Hayo- sorry for the wait! My niece was born~ ✨️
I'll try to write later today! ]
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