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Name: Mattsu ((Not actual name long sory))
Birthday: May the 4th
Height: 178 cm
Weight: Umm more than you
Eye Color: Brown Honey
Hair Color: Black
Zodiac Sign: i don't know
Play Any Instruments?: Yup
Have Any Piercings?: Nope
Have Any Tattoos?: No
Like To Annoy People?: Maybe
Like Life?: It is the only one i have
Wear Make-Up?: Im a ddude
Dye Your Hair?: Maybe...non of your business
Scream At The top of your lungs for no reason?What wha? No i just have a loud voice
Get Distracted By Shiny Objects?: Kinda
Like Pina Coladas?: Dunno
And Getting Caught In The Rain?: No idon't like water long story too
Dependable?: Only for Judith
Obsessive?: FOR JUDITH MWAHAHAHAH
Hyper Active?: I would answer this but i am too tired for it
Happy?: Yup i love life with my girlfriend
Deviant Human SacrificePrologueMore Like This
Keila Murillo craddled a book to her chest, smiling evilly to herself, well actually, smiling normally as she ran to a certain table in the lunch area.
"Hey, Keila." Katlyn said. The other girls nodded. Keila smiled evilly. "What's brewing in that evil head of yours?" Jessica smiled, poking Keila's cheek. Keila giggled and smiled wider.
"How would you like to control your dreams?" Keila asked. The girls looked at each other. "OH! You mean like a dream speaker, or a dream catcher? Or, or! A-" Ivy started, babbling. Vanessa laid a hand on her mouth.
"Breath and let the little raven mocker talk!" Jessica giggled. Keila set the book down. The book was black leather, but it was cracked and the pages were yellowing, but the front cover had a red Spade, a blue Diamond, a green Clover, and a yellow Heart. Helen, Ivy, and Jessica stumbled back.
"W-Where the hell did you get that!?" Jessica exclaimed. "I found it on the floor! Isn't it cool?" Keila asked. "N-No!" Ivy said. Helen
Perfect Pair1. SmoothMore Like This
“Hey baby.” A single smirk curled the corner of her lips. Hands tucked inside the pockets of her pants, she leaned closer and shattered the distance that only thickened his fears.
“Um, White…” Back pressed against the wall and hands close to his rapidly beating chest, N cast a glance at her foot that was firmly placed beside his left waist. As much as she was shorter than him, that never stopped the young man from feeling quite terrified of her sometimes rash behavior. Tight lips pursed to an annoyed frown, he carefully straightened his posture and calmly reminded, “You’re going to hurt yourself in this position you know-”
“Shut up I’m trying to be smooth.” Quickly she retorted, completely ignoring both his advice and the incoming strain in her right ankle.
“You know, N.” Lazily she tugged his sleeve, catching his attention that was previously focused on the algorithm book. Kn