[ if anything, shoyo had been ecstatic to receive another message. if it was after nine, then yes, he'd already been sleeping— but he's quick to bounce awake, if that were the case. picanha wouldn't leave it be either, the dirty enabler she was in prodding him in the mass volleyball ocean that was his room. lazarus seems much more rested than before, too, imagining that he's napped during this time and got to sleep off whatever it was that got him. oh, his clothes. wearing his clothes, one person's weakness, to see them all baggy on a significant other . . . shoyo chuckles stupidly and smirks behind the connection of his omen, all while thumping his chest with a fist. agh, his heart. ]
That's an illegal attack. [ a location ping is sent, of a small little few-room home on the far west side of crenshaw. ] I gotta housemate, but he's out jogging 'til later. Should I have . . . Donuts?
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That's an illegal attack. [ a location ping is sent, of a small little few-room home on the far west side of crenshaw. ] I gotta housemate, but he's out jogging 'til later. Should I have . . . Donuts?