*44 Sorry if I’m being an ass, I was raised by three of them. Nice

What are you, Frankenstein? Fire bad.

A doodle

My stripper name for him still remains. He is lé pussy cat

Chyrso: -rock beats up knife- no.

Galacti: You tell me.

Galacti: Is that enough?

Galacti: And who really cares about you, hm? Don’t say your son you were never there for, or your finacè or girlfriend or whatever she is that you’ve neglected and ignored.

Galacti: And eho really cares about you, hm? Don’t say your son you were never there for, or your finacè or girlfriend or whatever she is that you’ve neglected and ignored.

Galacti: It’s amazing how much you think Autumn would care if you died.

Galacti: ..shut it.

Then give him someone immortal to love.

Chyrso: He’s -hic- in a gud collage. Iz for -hic- moooooooosick

Some serious stuff is about to go down with Clover and Chyrso. It may lead to me revealing who all of the Ghosteteirs are ^^””

Aye.

Called it.

I knew it

Cazz: -steps in front of Jaz, pulling her up by her hoodie- Too bad, I was assigned to this master, not you. // Jaz: EEE 8n8

NO PUNISHING TEM. YOU’RE IN TIMEOUT, REMEMBER!? BAD TEAL

Jaz: -hides- She’s scary ;-;