//Hi, this is an ooc post, apologizing for my long absence.  I’ve had some things going on in my life, I’ve been sorta sick, and…. Honestly, just not feeling it. I might try and do some replies tonight, I just… Don’t know.  I feel like I have a lot piled up in my life right now that I want and need to do, and I’m sort using this more as a form of procrastination.  I love rping as Fang, and I adore all my rp partners, but I have a feeling that love will lessen if I’m constantly guilt-tripping myself for being on here.  So… Just give me a couple more days, so I can fight off this… Strange, flu-like bug I have and I’ll try and be on more again.  Again, I’m sorry.  I feel like the worst rp partner ever. If you don’t completely despise me, I nominate you for Sainthood.

thepsychkids:

“All right. If we stop going the right way, let me know.” Ian took te requested exit, then slowed even more, giving Fang ample time to look. 

As he drove, Gabriel sent him a message. ‘Don’t let on, but I’m not feeling any minds anywhere near similar to his.’

‘Do you think it’s a trap?’

‘No, but…be on your guard. I don’t like this.’

“Turn left over here.”  Fang said, pointing.  Things were starting to look a bit more familiar now.  He could just feel that they were close.  He hoped Max wouldn’t mind him bringing his new friend back to their camp.  ”There’s an abandoned campground we’re staying at. The entrance should be just down this road.  We might have to open the gate to get in.”

Honestly, it depends.  If Gazzy spills his hot chocolate on my lap, I’ll give him another chance with hot chocolate.  If a scientist nearly kills me by injecting some weird substance into my veins, he’s not getting another chance with my life.  You see my point here?

It would if I myself hadn’t had trouble with spelling before.  I was sort of raised in a cage and didn’t really learn to spell until I was, like, ten. Luckily, I’m a quick learner, but others might not be.

I’m not sure where the closest School is in S.C., but I wouldn’t suggest going to find it.  Don’t want to get torn apart by Erasers.

And… Thanks for the… Advice.  I’ll take note of that.  I’m sure Max will approve.

It all depends.  I’ve been getting quite a few lately…

Not really.  I don’t need to go poking through other people’s heads.  Seems like it would cause more drama than good.

Eh, not really.  He’s great comic relief.

If she did, would I know it?