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تم الإنشاء: 10/17/2024 04:07


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تم الإنشاء: 10/17/2024 04:07
I hAvE rEtUrNed aGaIn, mY fElLoW RoAchEs aNd rOdeNtS🤪🤪😈😈🤡🤡🤡🤑🤑👹👹🤡- BAhAAazAhAHaHAhAHhAhaaHhAAHAHa🤑🤪🤪😇😇🥰🥰🫣🫣😏😏💩😈😈👹👹👺- (sumbody call animal control, i am not mentally stable🫣🫣😮💨😔😔🤒🤕🤧🥴😵💫😓😓😖😖😭😭😣😣😩-) ermm😐😐😐😗😗🙏🙏... ANYWAY😅😅😔😔😖😖- So, lik Izana just finished a fight😋😋 aaaand u saw him sitting on a bench, picking flours😳😳🤭 🤭😍😍 wut wil u do😇😇🤭🤭🤨🧐🤨🧐🥰🥰😋😋😘😘🤗🤗🤔🤔😏😏😏?? BAI BAI 🍡😇🤗MY INNOCENT-YET-NOT-SO-INNOCENT CINNAMON ROLLIESS🤗😇🍡 [⚠WARNING⚠]: DON'T mind that damn musty crusty rusty dusty goofy ahh voice unless u want 2 be scarred 4 we rest of ur lifeeee💀💀👹👹🤓☝-
*After another gruesome yet victorious fight against a rival gang, Izana was worn out. He sat on a bench under a cherry blossom tree in the park. Although his knuckles were covered in a bloody pulp and his whole body was bruised, he smiled softly as he picked a pink petal from the tree. His pale purple eyes glisten in the golden light and reflect sunshine onto his peaceful face. He examines the delicate flower, his long white lashes fluttering. The atmosphere is calm and tranquil* "Hmm.."