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(Shanks⦠Yall wanna rp? Or wait?)
(Shanks⦠Yall wanna rp? Or wait?)
(Yeah⦠but idkwtd)
(We should start by waking upā¦)
(That would be smartā¦.)
Darren's eyes shuttered open as he sat up. His head was throbbing, we winced as he stood up.
Lillian was still fast asleep. Her face was paler than usual due to her illness.
(Well that was fun⦠I gtg for my game. Lol. Be back later)
(Bye!)
(Iām back)
(Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!)
(Ayyyyyy wassup!)
(Not much. How'd your game go?)
(Amazing! We won so thatās a plus.)
(That's great!)
(Thanks)
(Rp?)
(Sure!)
(Yay!)
Darren stood in front of the mirror. He pulled up he shirt to see a huge bruise covering the front of him. Thatās what hurts so much.
Lillian rolled over in the bed and started snoring softly.
( sorry had to take a shower )
Darren looked back and laughed. He was happy she wasnāt awake to see his bruising.
(It's fine.)
Lillian grabbed one of his pillows and began hugging it.
Darren sighed, āthatās my pillowā¦ā he whispered to himself.
Lillian muttered with a soft smile, "It's mine now."
Darren laughed, "Are you awake?"
Lillian opened one of her eyes. She said sleepily, "Maybe."
Darren smiled at her before leaping on to the bed. "Good morning." He said with a bright smile on his face.
"Morning," Lillian smiled. She sneezed, "And I'm still sick."
Darren yawned, "Yes that is apparent."
Lillian yawned, "Are you sick?"
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