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[profeseed]

*Ahhh, the end of July. The days are long and hot, and winter is but a distant memory....*

Ah, I understand your feelings, but if you try to grow on me it makes it a little hard to move....

*...except for that one certain pesky plant that still stubbornly insists on making one last stand before vanishing once again until December*

((Have one

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[prettybanchou]

[ oh

shit

danger senses are on fire ]

1/3

[prettybanchou]

[ oh ]

[prettybanchou]

[ AUGHHHH whyyyyyyyyyyfhadgsad ]

[prettybanchou]

[ COVERS EYES AND LOOKS AWAY ]

[gaybatbanchou]

Next time, ask around a bit more.

[prettybanchou]

Why would I ask about this?!

[gaybatbanchou]

About possible dangers and issues specific to this Camp? Common sense.

Pucker up, Buttercup.

[prettybanchou]

[ NO NEVER ]

[gaybatbanchou]

[ugh god stop being so melodramatic]

Can you move away from me? Out of curiosity.

[prettybanchou]

If I could, I would have already.

[gaybatbanchou]

Then hurry up and be the man, unless you want me to be.

[prettybanchou]

[ if I knew that camp would bring me back to life if I died, I would kill myself right now. ]

I refuse.

[gaybatbanchou]

Whelp.

[chuu]

[prettybanchou]

[ THIS IS DISGUSTING AUGGHjhkjhgkjfs ]

[gaybatbanchou]

[oh c'mon baby you like it]

[TONGUE]

[prettybanchou]

[ SHOVING HIM, TRYING TO GET AWAY, THIS IS A THING OF NIGHTMARES ]