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"I guess." Tyson huffed.
"I guess." Tyson huffed.
Lucille smirked.
(EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR AMERICA’S FAVORITE FIGHTING FRENCH MAN.)
(LAFAYETTE)
(YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OF WHO LIVES AND DIES AND TELLS YOUR STORY
HISTORY HAS ITS EYES ON YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Now you know what songs I’m on.
Battle of Yorktown, 1781.)
(Non-Stop is one of my personal favs)
(:O)
(Salutations)
(BonJOUR MON AMI)
(Are you here?)
(YeeP.)
(Do you wanna time jump?)
(Oh chure. :3)
Tyson glanced at the clouds on the horizon. "Are those storm clouds?"
“… hail.” Lucille blinked.
"No probably snow."
Gerard poked his head out. "What about snow?"
“Cloud.” Lucille said, gesturing up.
"Oh. Yeah that's a storm cloud alright."
Tyson sighed and turned to Lucille. "What're we gonna do?"
“Hide?”
"Where?"
“… uh in a hole?”
"What hole?" Tyson gestured. "There are no holes here."
“Dig one.” Lucille said, gesturing wildly.
"Don't we have a tent?"
“… oh right. Then go in the tent.” Lucille blinked.
"You have to set it up first? It's in the bag?"
"oH RIGht." Lucille said in realization.
(Hey)
(Hiiiii. :D)
"hURRY LU!"
“Give me a moment I feel like my leg is being stabbed more times than I can breath.” Lucille hissed.
(I feel like that too sometimes, so it’S REAL.)
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