|Not exactly pretty, but the most artistic|
When Two Are One 36 “Ugh, I can’t believe that actually happened…” Her hands had been cupping her face the whole time as she walked. Although her vision was blocked by cold palms, White was able to prevent herself from bumping into anything or anyone. Her steps were slow and dragging, and once every few minutes she would actually stop to mourn in complete embarrassment.When Two Are One 36 by FieryFafar
Ever since that ballroom dancing competition and that horrendous picture of them, her Pokémon were nowhere to be seen. She did chase them an hour ago – who knew White could run so fast in pumps – but to her dismay, her Pokémon’s speed was proven far greater than her, especially and obviously Dexter’s.
Now, all White could do was walk around the festival with her face a brilliant bright red and her mouth mumbling soft, quiet curses.
Suddenly, she remembered about the boy in the picture.
Her hands dropped to her front, White turned around,
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Hey there, welcome to my page! My name's megan, but please call me Megs or Nutmeg. I'm a friendly person (I like to think) so feel free to ask me anything (within reason). I read all my comments but don't always reply, usually because I like to see the nice ones in my messages. (That sounds really sad, but it cheers me up).
My favourite things to draw are skies and glowy things, which is probably noticeable.
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