“Hello”
((TUMBLR!!! WHY YOU NOT TELL ME I HAD NEW FOLLOWERS. STOP DOING THIS.))
hi.
“Hello. I’m Rachel”
‘names William, nice to meet you.
“Hello”
((TUMBLR!!! WHY YOU NOT TELL ME I HAD NEW FOLLOWERS. STOP DOING THIS.))
hi.
“Hello. I’m Rachel”
‘names William, nice to meet you.
“Hello”
((TUMBLR!!! WHY YOU NOT TELL ME I HAD NEW FOLLOWERS. STOP DOING THIS.))
hi.
*laughs, kind of awkwardly* unfortunately no, maybe Louis could fashion one together from some palm leaves, but i doubt he’d know how to craft anything, spending a long amount of time in a cubicle cant do any good for his survival instincts, its surprising he hasn’t died.(but of course, Francis survived too, maybe its just that easy.)
wish i could say i know how that feels. but at-least i can truly feel bad for you. i could imagine that the time you had when i was gone played out almost like you babysitting two kids, one of them being at least slightly older and more mature.
hmm, i might have to go see that persons blog. (if it is a blog) i was just kind of startled to be called a captain, i think the only time you, Francis or Louis might of called me that was actually only Francis, sarcastically though.
look sharp! im back!
‘bout time, i was wondering where you went.
I’ve been everywhere.
EVERYWHERE.
will, since you’ve told me that its not a standard witch, i would probably just befriend said witch. unless she was actually tricking me, which i wouldnt know.
i couldnt say im not happy about having something to practice my aim on, but so far, since the infection broke out, ive gotten just a bit more angry with how life has turned out, i thought that by the time i was this old, id be spending time with some sort of grandchild.
too bad that couldnt happen.