T.B: -takes the note book and lays on stage- i really need to tell withered to stop being so rough ~v~
*shifting a lil little whine *
T.B: oi, could you please hush? -powers off-
*whine* >~<
-few hours later-
T.C: -dancing- chicken wing chicken wing!
C: -repeating after her-
*waking up* n ngh what the..
T.C: Oh, morning night guard! ^v^
C: Ello :3
h h hey *rubbing head* toy Freddy was right…that was comfy *stumbling up*
T.C: well considering you we're probably sleep deprived, yeah i guess it kinda is
I W was
Shit where’s my bag…
