Aftermath!￼

Hey Charlie, don't know if you'll ever see this, but I can't chat with you anymore. I'm leaving the roleplay for forever. My mom told me that I can't use it because it's destroying my mental health. I just can't respond to you anymore. Just know I'm okay. I'll still have talkie, but I can't respond to your messages anymore on here. You were my best friend. I love you a lot (platonically). Bye, my friend.

Well, that’s one way you can |≈(_)€|< him up￼. Now, if I don’t give him his phone tomorrow, I can actually say you are dead! Just great

Don’t worry, I’ll tell you when he’s gone￼

*she was in the cafe, a cigar in her mouth* tch. *she was basically glaring daggers into a couple who was across the cafe*

*Lunar sighs as she watches her. Since she was technically her guardian now since Charlie is dead she decided to watch over Writer for a bit* Lunar: You really need to stop doing that.￼￼￼￼

(starting a new rp under this comment cause im bored)

*she was sitting on a cliffside, her legs dangling over the edge, a cigar lit and already to her mouth. the sunset was pretty, nice shades of pink and orange blended together. she blew a puff of smoke out, just staring into the setting sky*

*Writer was sprawled out, half passed out, on the bathroom, and holy §|-|¡+, is that black liquid dripping from her mouth?*

(ima just start a new roleplay, this is where we first meet)

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