08-21-2018, 04:21 PM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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Last week's weekly task had been fun- Pierce was still a little worried that Jericho didn't actually like the crown he'd made for him, but he cast the concerns aside, reminding himself that if someone had made something for him he would be happy with it, and since Jeri was a pretty nice guy, he probably wasn't upset with it. Besides, that wasn't something to worry about now- that'd been almost a week ago. Approaching shortly after Gordon, Pierce offered the young canine in charge of the tasks a warm smile, his tail curling around his back leg as he waited for an opening to utter, "May I get one, too?" The sun was warm upon his dappled coat as he stood before the little girl, patiently awaiting his task. Hopefully, it wouldn't be anything too crazy, but he kind of doubted it.
"speech"
"speech"
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