"The scythe of the reaper is coming down, my life, however, it had not found." She whispered as the moon disappeared beyond the land, the bright sun soon peaking out from its sleep.
"Hmhm...your funny~" "M-Mmmh!?" "Huh? What was that cutie?" "Mmmph!" "Aww! Your so sweet! But I don't like that look in your eye...let me fix it!" "Mmph! Mhhm-..." "Oops! I guess I cut too deep! I'm sowwy~" "..." "Sweetie?"
"Hmhm...your funny~" "M-Mmmh!?" "Huh? What was that cutie?" "Mmmph!" "Aww! Your so sweet! But I don't like that look in your eye...let me fix it!" "Mmph! Mhhm-..." "Oops! I guess I cut too deep! I'm sowwy~" "..." "Sweetie?"
Well either your Sweetie had gone into shock, or he's come down with a sudden case of death. Rather terminal I'm afraid, no known cure and has a killing rate of 100%. Nasty disease to catch.
Well either your Sweetie had gone into shock, or he's come down with a sudden case of death. Rather terminal I'm afraid, no known cure and has a killing rate of 100%. Nasty disease to catch.