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Fiery said:sounds so lewd
"what's the first thing that comes to ur mind when u hear 'sticky fingers'" should be a personality test
Flakes said:Sticky Fingers makes me think of Sticky keys
Nemo said:I DIDN'T EVEN THINK OF THAT
tbf, Dutch say long fingers, or fast fingers
that's worse, imo
August Yilmaz
He couldn't believe it! Of all the things he could lose, he lost that.
How, where? August was at a loss. He had overhauled his room, dug into the trunks of his roommates, retraced every step he had taken today, and which he remembered from the previous days. How had he not noticed its disappearance until now? It was with him everyday, always.
Throwing a few pillows to the side the boy continued to look in the common room. Between the cushions, under the furniture, even in the heard. That he was covered in dust and ashes, and constantly sneezing, was something he ignored for now. He needed to find it!
"Bok," he mumbled out a curse to himself, kicking the air. Still nowhere to be seen. Hopelessness was setting in on him as he wondered if he would ever find it. It certainly didn't feel like it.
Tears were stinging behind his eyes, but he wasn't sure if it was the dust, or that he was overcome with emotions. Rubbing them away the boy tried to compose himself. It must be somewhere in the school.
How, where? August was at a loss. He had overhauled his room, dug into the trunks of his roommates, retraced every step he had taken today, and which he remembered from the previous days. How had he not noticed its disappearance until now? It was with him everyday, always.
Throwing a few pillows to the side the boy continued to look in the common room. Between the cushions, under the furniture, even in the heard. That he was covered in dust and ashes, and constantly sneezing, was something he ignored for now. He needed to find it!
"Bok," he mumbled out a curse to himself, kicking the air. Still nowhere to be seen. Hopelessness was setting in on him as he wondered if he would ever find it. It certainly didn't feel like it.
Tears were stinging behind his eyes, but he wasn't sure if it was the dust, or that he was overcome with emotions. Rubbing them away the boy tried to compose himself. It must be somewhere in the school.