ThugWorkout wrote:
blythe shrugged. "murderers don't deserve compassion, so don't you dare even try to speak to me." she said simply. she stood up, finishing the rest of her tea, and she looked at them all. "don't I get an invite?" she raised an eyebrow and smirked nastily, but it changed when she heard her name, said by leon. she shrugged. "not too bad, how about you?"
james pulled on his clean pants, that shaped his bum very nicely, and then fried his hair off with a towel before going downstairs, putting his hand up in a 'hello' sort of way. "morning all." he said in a very dull tone, before flopping down in a seat and yawning, uptting his legs up on the coffee table. "what are the plans for today?"
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sorry for late reply, watching telly. i'll reply better now! :3