08-06-2019, 11:43 PM
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[glow=#000,1,400]WHO'S WEAPON IS HIS WORD, HE WILL KILL YOU WITH HIS TONGUE, O LEI, O LAI, O LORD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 13px;"]poetking was neveer one to pass up an event if it meant he got to be around people that wasn't his nagging mother. so, when he was the on his rounds, he saw the paper on moths door, he had rushed off to gather some things from his house. as many snacks as he could, as many pillows and as many blankets all stuffed into a wagon that he drug along. stopping at the porch, he smiled a bit. "hey, moth! i brought some stuff, if you dont mind! make it comfier, got some snacks.." he said, looking through the wagon before offering that bright lion-like smile he always did.