A funeral is being held on the outskirts of town for the previously mentioned little mouse known as “Fatass”. An autopsy revealed the creature was slowly dying from the HIV virus, but that was not the cause of a death. After being trampled by a stampeding group of cows, the creature attempted to drag it’s crippled body up the hill, where it apparently would meet it’s end by loss of blood and internal injuries.
If you honestly wanted to get rid of the thing, you should have just told me. Not even mad, but god damn guys. It’s a fucking pikachu.
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Im not going to be responsible with keeping you updated on whether I replied or not. It’s up to you to check, as it is for me to check and see if you replied. And same goes if I want to ask, I’ll ask. Or if I am on msn/skype with you and personally telling when I’ve tagged a post.
Otherwise I will assume it ended, and on a short note. And all rps have happened(are cannon), finished or unfinished.
Since it seems I can barely finish or get through any of my rps.
“I’m alright—you broke my fall”, Ieyasu explained, and looked down at Motochika, worried. “Are you sure you’re fine? Your head may be as hard as a rock, but even you can get a head injury”, he rebuffed, and raised his eyebrows in speculation. Motochika was hardy, but he knew the other could put on a facade like anyone else.
If he had saucer of sake for every time someone pointed out how hard-headed he was, he’d surely be dying of alcohol poisoning. A sigh left his lips, but a smile shaped them. “Yes, yes. I’m fine!” Or was his? This position wasn’t making him feel uncomfortable or anything, but it did spark another emotion. He didn’t know if he could stay like this much longer. “Quit bein’ such a worrywart.” Motochika reached up and brought a hand to Ieyasu’s face, pinching a cheek. “Now, what did ya’ want?”
