Morning. Im sick T^T

Angel Dust: *he buries his face into Alastair's chest, smiling*

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Richie: <Ngh~~! Mmm~! Ahh~!>

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Kenyan: Ahh~!~ mmm~!!~ Hah~!~!

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Kyle: Why thank you~

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King Dice: =~=

Soda Pop: *he leans against the counter* Yeah, Molly you are not the great seat whisperer.

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Joey: *He continues to nuzzle Henry, then nuzzling his neck*

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