Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)’s Comments (group member since Jul 11, 2012)

Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)’s comments from the Elementals [Advanced RP] group.

((...that was 29 minutes.))

Staccato followed along behind Isabelle. He looked back at Abigail and smiled. He looked back ahead and almost tripped over something. He righted himself and kept walking. He was glad he had put his shirt back on.

Staccato shrugged. "Where should we sit?"

((Okay?))

((I don't know.))

Staccato smiled. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go on in!"

((...PB means Peanut Butter, right?)

"Don't think so..." Staccato said. He looked at Isabelle worriedly. "Do we?"

((DELICIOUS!!!! SEND ME SOME!))

Staccato smiled. "Feeling better, Isabelle?"

Lightfeather ☼☺♥ wrote: " Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings) wrote: "((That would be cold and heartless. He wouldn't say that aloud, he's just thinking it. And I'm in trouble. My best friend who I may have asked ..."

((Crap. Okay... I'll tell the truth.))

((That would be cold and heartless. He wouldn't say that aloud, he's just thinking it. And I'm in trouble. My best friend who I may have asked out not long ago is asking me how long I've been going out with this other girl. The answer is the same amount of time ago that I asked her out, minus one day. What do I say?))

((I don't know what to post.))

Staccato looked just as befuddled as Abigail. "Isabelle? Hey, what's wrong?" he said, obviously having no idea how to make her feel better. He awkwardly started patting her back.

Staccato looked back awkwardly. "What... No! Wait! Yes! We want more people to come with us, so come on! Love to have you!" He started after her a little, then stopped. Isabelle wasn't happy last time he did that, so he wouldn't do that again.

Staccato looked at Abigail. He smiled and waved her over. "Come on! There's..." he stopped and looked at Isabelle. "Er... is it okay if she comes with us? I mean, she looks very alone." Staccato looked as if he felt a little guilty suggesting that she come along.

Staccato jogged a few paces to catch up with her. "What's wrong? Please tell me?" Right then he picked up the aroma of the restaurant. It was all he could do not to just stop and spend hours taking it all in. It smelled so good...

((Yeah! And, to Cashmere, just make a restaurant appear out of thin air with your imagination.))

((I want someone else to meet Staccato.))

Ms.Cashmere wrote: "((nothing forget it but so where do u think u want to continue it?))"

((I dunno.))

((What?))

((No, because there's more than one thing...))