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Butane "Andonuts"
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(( Aw, naw. Not fail. And I'm sorry for the late reply. x - x ))
Turning his head, the young man looked curiously behind him at the lovely plant-lady that had previously "skittered" up to him. "Mm..?" he let out quietly, blinking a few times before turning the rest of his body around. "I don't remember..." He paused to nervously scratch the back of his neck. "I don't have the best memory, hun. But perhaps?"
She automatically thinks how embarrassing it was to walk up to someone that didn't know her and say 'Oopps. I don't know you.'"Oh.... Sorry then..."Her voice squeaks, as she tries not to sound as awkward a possible.
A girl in a green waves to Butane, motioning for him to come over. Of course, if he didn't, she might've dragged him. Or just walked over to there. Whatever she felt was needed.
(( Skdjfk. Sorry for such a late reply if you still rp.))
"Mm?"
A young man in a purple shirt, and pink apron looked up from something unimportant he had been staring at while deep in thought, concentration broken. He examined the keeper of the voice which had called him and blinked. He was pretty sure he recognized this person, if his memory could recall correctly. He slowly lifted his arm and waved it back toward the girl.
Slowly the man picked his legs up and made his way toward her. He smiled nervously but tried not to look unhappy at all, since he wasn't. He was just trying to remember who this was... He had met her, hadn't he?
Sta.sh
((OPENING RP POST IS FAIL.))
Turning his head, the young man looked curiously behind him at the lovely plant-lady that had previously "skittered" up to him. "Mm..?" he let out quietly, blinking a few times before turning the rest of his body around. "I don't remember..." He paused to nervously scratch the back of his neck. "I don't have the best memory, hun. But perhaps?"
A girl in a green waves to Butane, motioning for him to come over. Of course, if he didn't, she might've dragged him. Or just walked over to there. Whatever she felt was needed.
((THERE. ANDSHEWILLDRAGYOUIFNEEDEDBOI))
"Mm?"
A young man in a purple shirt, and pink apron looked up from something unimportant he had been staring at while deep in thought, concentration broken. He examined the keeper of the voice which had called him and blinked. He was pretty sure he recognized this person, if his memory could recall correctly. He slowly lifted his arm and waved it back toward the girl.
"Hello!!"
"I said come over here!"
Slowly the man picked his legs up and made his way toward her. He smiled nervously but tried not to look unhappy at all, since he wasn't. He was just trying to remember who this was... He had met her, hadn't he?
"...And...here I am!"
Hello?