is it me or liek,... i saw a pony that looks THE SAME as ur mafioso skill but poorly shaded... am i being delulu or what

hi i signed you look sooo cool and i like ur skins ynnmmmmm yea...... ... sweats

tsk tskk.. WAIT! i need.. to draw on.. your STRAWPAGE!..give me.. a millenia.

hi hi signing signing i love ur skins wahh wahhhhh id love to interct w u but i just stare from afar. I'm no stalker trustt trsudt waaa waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I AM SO NERVOUS AROUND U IMS ERIOUS PLEASE INT W ME

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hi your skins are so cute

lalalallalalalalalaaaaalaalalal Hi sib

hey can i tell you something? There's something that lingers in Medkit's vicinity. Oddly endearing. A natural scent that's sweet, but has some sort of maturity to it–it's perfect, especially for Medkit. It compliments him. Sword can hear Medkit speaking, voice low yet soft; it runs smooth. He's not listening to what he's saying, but he does stare mindlessly, forgetting to blink. He likes this smell. Different from the scent of sand he's often greeted with, or the overwhelming cologne that Zuka wears on 'special occasions'. He feels his head dip to the side. The medic falters in his speech. "Is–" understandably, he looks confused, "–something wrong?" Sword blinks, rather quickly. His muscles go tense and he feels his ears beginning to heat, hot temperatures drifting to his torso. "What?" he asks. "Something's wrong?" Medkit blinks, brows pushing down. A sharp breath punctures through his lips. "Oops, I mean– sorry, ha –no, nothing's wrong." "Then stop staring like that–" he huffs, "–and listen to what I'm saying." "Sorry." Before Medkit can start speaking, Sword rushes to add (with quick hand movements), "Oh, I meant to say that your perfume is, like, great." "Thank you?" "What kind of response is that?" "Your compliment," he says, "was unexpected. It's random; unlikely to be heard in a conversation like this, you see." "Okay." Did I ask? "Is that why you zoned out on me?" he asks, lips curling into a grin and removing dimples on each cheek. He blinks slow, chucking his head to the size. His fingers fidget with the cuffs of his sleeves. His knuckles press on his hips, cheeky. He chuckles, gaze flitting to the floor for a heartbeat. "That's funny." Sword's hand cups the back of his neck. "I guess it is? I think it's embarrassing." "I agree. But it's still funny," he teases, brows hiking up fast then returning to their original position. "Let me guess: you want to figure out where I bought it?" "Maybe." Then he gets a look from Medkit. His expression wrinkles up and he might be laughing. Medkit tells him he got it from some store that he'll never remember the name of. He's just going to head to every perfume-store out there, test every perfume, and find one that is the same or not too dissimilar from Medkit's. Then he's going to give it to Zuka, because SFoTH, his cologne sucks. Medkit's laughing. Why is he laughing? "Oh, it does?" He snorts. "That's funny." Then he realizes: he probably just spilled all of his thoughts out, like the dummy he is. But he's laughing about it, too, so it's not a big deal. "Hey, can I actually like…smell you some more?" Medkit cringes, eye widening and teeth gritting. He visibly frowns. Appalled is one way to describe his expression. "Sorry, the perfu–" "Please don't smell me, like you're a dog. Just go buy the perfume for yourself."

signing i seen u around alot and ur skins is really cool!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love your skins vro... also days union mention like. alot of places your peak vro

🥭 YOU HAVE EARNED THIS MANGO, USE IT WISELY!

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Hi great. like hi hi great it's really GREAT to see you, how are you great? hope you doing great

I just forgot that I never really send a message there,,,, anyhow grabbingyou by the toes