Emile’s breathing hitched. Was this like the split? Where everything he loved was taken away from him? Everything splitting apart- breathing getting faster- everything, gone, gone, gone-
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
"everything is fine, we've just been in here for too long and if we stay in here any longer some bad stuff will happen so we need to go. Everything is okay though"
I'll admit the two turtle doves are growing on me, but there are ten birds in this house already and we both know geese are feathered bioweapons of mass destruction. — Silvern
should we go now?"