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[psychokickesist]

[It's a beautiful summer day in camp, bright and sunny with a light breeze to take an edge off the heat and humidity. Wherever you are, inside or outside, some of you might be feeling a bit...Watched. But when you look around (or for you spiritual types, feel around), there's no one strange in the area, just some flower petals blowing by on the

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[failingheaven]

[sitting leaned up at the bottom of your tree, peacefully~.]

[psychokickesist]

[Yes, well you're used to this]

[failingheaven]

[true, I am. looking up at you from here.]

[psychokickesist]

[You'd better not be looking up my skirt]

Fonfon.

[osoruosoruosoru]

*Taking a peaceful walk and trying to ignore signs*

[psychokickesist]

[What kind of signs?]

[osoruosoruosoru]

*The ones trying to pop under my feet*

[psychokickesist]

[Pop? This looks interesting]

[allyourface]

[and in this corner we have a moogle, and something small regenerating near it with a flash of light, and]

[allyourface]

[it's in a hamster ball]

SON OF A BITCH!

[psychokickesist]

[...here, have a petal separating from the rest to circle around your hamster ball curiously]

[allyourface]

[rolls towards the petal experimentally]

[madamaxeman]

...ah...

[psychokickesist]

[Look, they almost match your hair]

[madamaxeman]

*...following them /o/*

[psychokickesist]

[...field trip?]

[beastriality]

...i-is someone there?

[psychokickesist]

[A few of the petals pause, then loop back to float in front of her. Cue disembodied voice]

Hello.

[beastriality]

O-oh my! Are you a talking flower? D-d-do you need to be planted back somewhere?

[psychokickesist]

I am not a flower.