MARCY ALL THE TIME BE ASKIN’ ME.

"KARK-Z HOW COME YOU DON’T DANCE NO MORE?"

AND I SAY “MARCY. MARCY. JUST GIMME A CHANCE TO DO A HIP-HOP DANCE. JUST GIMME A CHANCE TO DO A DAAAAANCE.”

Same here, actually!

BY THE WAY I HAD A KEY MADE FOR YOU A COUPLE DAYS AGO. NOT THAT YOU REALLY NEED IT OR ANYTHING, BUT STILL. IT’S IN A JAR IN THE KITCHEN. NEXT TIME YOU’RE OVER GRAB IT.

JUST A HEADS UP FOR PATHE, RYU, AND ANYONE ELSE WHO MARCY HAS GIVEN HER VENT TO:

I DON’T CARE IF YOU KEEP TRACK OF MINE.

>You pull up to your home and head up to your room where you suspect Marcy is. If she isn’t there she’s in her room which is a quick climb away. Either way, you find her pretty quickly and stick a large foam cup in her hands that’s full of red slushy. Then you just sit down with her and pull her onto you so she can deal with her emotions and enjoy her dumb ice drink.

I DID NOT SPELL DICKS WRONG I TYPED DUCKS ON PURPOSE.

hemogobbler replied to your post:I AM ONLINE.
Are you home, ‘cause I kinda need you

NO BUT I’M ON MY WAY HOME NOW.

CORONA SUCKS BIG DUCKS.

I AM ONLINE.

I’M FUCKING LOSING IT.

Try blogging with a moirail turned small animal sleeping on your chest, nerd

I’LL START WEARING SHIRTS WITH POCKETS SO I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO TUCK YOU.

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