HI MY NAME IS CAPCOM AND I WANT YOUR FUCKING MONEY. GIVE IT HERE.
((WELL FUCK YOU AND TRANSLATE AAI2.))
TMI TUESDAY, ask me inappropriate, personal, sexual, awkward questions. I’ll answer anything you’re curious about.
((SHE’S 13 GUYS.))
((You miss the rp between Gregory and I, don't you~<3 ? XD ))
((It is definitely fun to read/squeal over.
WHERE’S MY SMUT Franzy may be 13 but I’m 18, so. (:
PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE.))
…Good to hear. [She scowled a little at hearing his name being thrown into a converstation.]
If you don’t mind, I want to meet with you again, preferably sometime tommorow after either I get off work or when I’m done with my therapy session.
Is there a problem? I thought you and he were…nevermind.
Tomorrow should be fine - I don’t have anything specific planned. Perhaps we an go out to lunch together.
Reblog if you’d like messages from a curious anon.
It’s quite sad that I have nothing better to do right now.
Finally out of the hospital.
They had to nurse my concussion for a couple of days, but I’m perfectly fine now and back in Papa’s American home. I feel terrible that I missed out on two days of studying while I was injured - there is no excuse for foolishly slacking off.
So I must hit the books.
It’s very refreshing to hear that you’re finally out of that wretched hospital. I apologize for not visiting you nearly as often as I should’ve though.
Yes, it was quite uncomfortable. The television only had eight channels, and the person who shared the hospital room with me snored. I’m glad to be home.
It’s alright. Detective Badd brought me a swiss roll.
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