Like an eager child with a large present, he impatiently tore the chain link away from the wardrobe and swung open the two panels. There were no clothes.
Instead, two wooden boards were roughly nailed into the back panel of the wardrobe (Dash bet it was Fenton’s shabby handiwork); on them were several identical…
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lol... the spoon position! ok ok... i see... that was a fairly interesting chapter. At first I kind of thought maybe dash got ghost powers for some reason but anyways it was good.
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:D
I caught the back end of this fic, and, although I don't know much (or at all) about this fandom, I love how your dialogue and commentary is simply brimming with character. It's very you, and that's fun to see.
<3
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Thank you~ I do have this bad habit of going full-on with only dialogue ("What are these 'descriptions' you speak of?"), though. *tries to remedy*
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