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{{Post|Vicente|Since his joining of Camp Half-Blood, Vincent has made close to no friends. He's tried... OK well he wants to try but, it's not something that comes easy to the man. What was he supposed to talk about? He didn't exactly lead your normal life before camp, even for a demigod. At the moment, Vincent was perched on a bench in the nearby town - watching the people go about their normal lives.}} |
{{Post|Vicente|Since his joining of Camp Half-Blood, Vincent has made close to no friends. He's tried... OK well he wants to try but, it's not something that comes easy to the man. What was he supposed to talk about? He didn't exactly lead your normal life before camp, even for a demigod. At the moment, Vincent was perched on a bench in the nearby town - watching the people go about their normal lives.}} |
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Revision as of 03:13, 31 August 2018
Word Bubbles
01:52, August 31, 2018 (UTC)
Two Lil Puppies
Vicente: Since his joining of Camp Half-Blood, Vincent has made close to no friends. He's tried... OK well he wants to try but, it's not something that comes easy to the man. What was he supposed to talk about? He didn't exactly lead your normal life before camp, even for a demigod. At the moment, Vincent was perched on a bench in the nearby town - watching the people go about their normal lives. Celaena: Her footsteps were barely inaudible against the lush green grass, her stride proving more of a lazy and slow meander rather than anything significantly quick. Plucking a wild flower from the earth, she subsonciously used a hand to throw strands of auburn hair over her pale, freckled shoulder. She looked quite adorable in her little sundress but the sight was sort of ruined by the twinkle of mischief that danced in her fiery amber eyes.