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"Nope. Our Fate Has Been Chosen." He Gets Out A Hot Pink Nail Polish Generously Provided By His Writer.
"Nope. Our fate has been chosen." He gets out a hot pink nail polish generously provided by his writer. "Let's get this over with."
What's my prize :3
13. Paint my character’s nails
"Um."
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Coward or not, Arron has been the only catch-able thing the werehog has seen yet, so with a howl he began to chase after him, thankfully impeded by the chains still around his body.
"…Uh… Hi… BYE!" he yelled taking off the way he came. Arron may have seemed to look like a coward, but he was trying to keep Monster from attacking anything else.
Monster became a little uneasy as she poked the chains, but went into near panic at the thought of loosening them. "No! It's fine!" When he realized he was shouting he looked away and mumbled, "...It's fine. J-just don't touch anything..."
Open RP- Night of the WereMonster

"just wanted to visit" she responded "protection huh…" she poked at the chains "don’t they hurt…?" she frowned noticing how tight it was gripping around his wrist make small yet noticeable red marks. “do you want me to loosen them up just a little bit?” she questioned giving painful looks,she hated to be in chains, so this certainly made her feel uneasy.
Be very glad Monster won't remember you calling him that Arron, because you've already enraged him enough as it is. The sudden appearance of the metal sheet was a surprise, though, one that Monster attempted to slash his way through.
The Lythcol mechanic just ran, & ran as fast as he could. He then stopped & turned to the charging werehog. “What are you waiting for Fluffy..?” he asked as he fiddled with the wrist plate that was locked into his arm. A large sheet of metal materialized & Arron held onto it as if it were a shield.
Monster has actually almost fallen asleep when the mechanic came in. "...Arron, what are you doing here?" he asked in a both concerned and stern voice. "Don't you know what day it is? Or night I guess."
Arron had been working on the wiring in the walls when he heard the clinking of chains. He paused & went to investigate. He soon found the werehog in question.
"M-Monster... Are y-you... alright.." he asked.
...Monster. Y-you can call me monster. *Now that he was getting the feeling Shadow wasn't going to do anything to him he used the opportunity to just scan him over a little* Never met a werehog Shadow before.
-Growls and sniffs at the Werehog-
ono;;;; Uh… *swallows dryly* H-hey there.