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Well let's see it! If you're proud of it then it matters to mm!Isla Afton wrote: 26 Jul 2026, 01:22 I know that no one actually cares but I feel so proud of my rp code, it ain't that much but i like it very much
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Isla looked at the girl as she spoke and recognized one of her mannerisms way too well. The forced movement—the way she busied her hands and looked away—was a language Isla spoke fluently. She almost said something.
Instead, she smiled. "I should've known," Isla replied. "My brother used to pick the trees. I just followed," she explained, then looked alarmed at the admission. She went stiff, shoulders tense, before she forced herself to relax, trying to convince her body this wasn't a danger zone.
She caught the Japanese again, and something in her chest flickered. She didn't understand it, but she recognized the sound of someone speaking their own language in a world that didn't expect it. She did that with French sometimes.
Isla glanced at the tree the blonde had pointed at, considering it, then looked down at her ferret and raised a brow "Tu en penses quoi, fripouille?" (What do you think about it, rascal?) She asked Vanilla in French, smiling softly. The white ferret turned again; it seemed to be following the other ferret's scent.
She shook her head, amused, before putting her bag down, letting Vanilla free to go play. "If I die climbing that tree, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life." She told the blonde, stepping towards the tree she'd pointed to, tying her hair in a ponytail.
She looked back at Vanilla, noticing how she seemed to hesitate and look at Isla before running towards the other ferret, chasing him around. she looked back at the tree, hesitating; her heart was pounding inside her chest, her body unable to stay put with sudden adrenaline, because now, there was no brother to catch her if she fell and no parents to run away from.
"If I do die, I'm Isla, Isla afton" she introduced herself before putting her right foot on a branch that seemed tick enough, following the painter's advice.
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I love the little fishes!!Isla Afton wrote: 26 Jul 2026, 01:32Reducio
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Isla looked at the girl as she spoke and recognized one of her mannerisms way too well. The forced movement—the way she busied her hands and looked away—was a language Isla spoke fluently. She almost said something.
Instead, she smiled. "I should've known," Isla replied. "My brother used to pick the trees. I just followed," she explained, then looked alarmed at the admission. She went stiff, shoulders tense, before she forced herself to relax, trying to convince her body this wasn't a danger zone.
She caught the Japanese again, and something in her chest flickered. She didn't understand it, but she recognized the sound of someone speaking their own language in a world that didn't expect it. She did that with French sometimes.
Isla glanced at the tree the blonde had pointed at, considering it, then looked down at her ferret and raised a brow "Tu en penses quoi, fripouille?" (What do you think about it, rascal?) She asked Vanilla in French, smiling softly. The white ferret turned again; it seemed to be following the other ferret's scent.
She shook her head, amused, before putting her bag down, letting Vanilla free to go play. "If I die climbing that tree, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life." She told the blonde, stepping towards the tree she'd pointed to, tying her hair in a ponytail.
She looked back at Vanilla, noticing how she seemed to hesitate and look at Isla before running towards the other ferret, chasing him around. she looked back at the tree, hesitating; her heart was pounding inside her chest, her body unable to stay put with sudden adrenaline, because now, there was no brother to catch her if she fell and no parents to run away from.
"If I do die, I'm Isla, Isla afton" she introduced herself before putting her right foot on a branch that seemed tick enough, following the painter's advice.
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Isla Afton wrote: 26 Jul 2026, 01:32Reducio
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Isla looked at the girl as she spoke and recognized one of her mannerisms way too well. The forced movement—the way she busied her hands and looked away—was a language Isla spoke fluently. She almost said something.
Instead, she smiled. "I should've known," Isla replied. "My brother used to pick the trees. I just followed," she explained, then looked alarmed at the admission. She went stiff, shoulders tense, before she forced herself to relax, trying to convince her body this wasn't a danger zone.
She caught the Japanese again, and something in her chest flickered. She didn't understand it, but she recognized the sound of someone speaking their own language in a world that didn't expect it. She did that with French sometimes.
Isla glanced at the tree the blonde had pointed at, considering it, then looked down at her ferret and raised a brow "Tu en penses quoi, fripouille?" (What do you think about it, rascal?) She asked Vanilla in French, smiling softly. The white ferret turned again; it seemed to be following the other ferret's scent.
She shook her head, amused, before putting her bag down, letting Vanilla free to go play. "If I die climbing that tree, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life." She told the blonde, stepping towards the tree she'd pointed to, tying her hair in a ponytail.
She looked back at Vanilla, noticing how she seemed to hesitate and look at Isla before running towards the other ferret, chasing him around. she looked back at the tree, hesitating; her heart was pounding inside her chest, her body unable to stay put with sudden adrenaline, because now, there was no brother to catch her if she fell and no parents to run away from.
"If I do die, I'm Isla, Isla afton" she introduced herself before putting her right foot on a branch that seemed tick enough, following the painter's advice.
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That's so cool! I love it sm 
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i did and it did not workLily Clarke wrote: 25 Jul 2026, 20:36did u try massaging it?River Grimes wrote: 25 Jul 2026, 20:33I don't think so, it's just been super tight and hurts
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Ty!Adora Fletching wrote: 26 Jul 2026, 01:41Isla Afton wrote: 26 Jul 2026, 01:32Reducio
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Isla looked at the girl as she spoke and recognized one of her mannerisms way too well. The forced movement—the way she busied her hands and looked away—was a language Isla spoke fluently. She almost said something.
Instead, she smiled. "I should've known," Isla replied. "My brother used to pick the trees. I just followed," she explained, then looked alarmed at the admission. She went stiff, shoulders tense, before she forced herself to relax, trying to convince her body this wasn't a danger zone.
She caught the Japanese again, and something in her chest flickered. She didn't understand it, but she recognized the sound of someone speaking their own language in a world that didn't expect it. She did that with French sometimes.
Isla glanced at the tree the blonde had pointed at, considering it, then looked down at her ferret and raised a brow "Tu en penses quoi, fripouille?" (What do you think about it, rascal?) She asked Vanilla in French, smiling softly. The white ferret turned again; it seemed to be following the other ferret's scent.
She shook her head, amused, before putting her bag down, letting Vanilla free to go play. "If I die climbing that tree, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life." She told the blonde, stepping towards the tree she'd pointed to, tying her hair in a ponytail.
She looked back at Vanilla, noticing how she seemed to hesitate and look at Isla before running towards the other ferret, chasing him around. she looked back at the tree, hesitating; her heart was pounding inside her chest, her body unable to stay put with sudden adrenaline, because now, there was no brother to catch her if she fell and no parents to run away from.
"If I do die, I'm Isla, Isla afton" she introduced herself before putting her right foot on a branch that seemed tick enough, following the painter's advice.
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It kinda goes with Isla a lot after all, her name is after a river in ScotlandLotus Lively wrote: 26 Jul 2026, 01:35I love the little fishes!!Isla Afton wrote: 26 Jul 2026, 01:32Reducio
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Isla looked at the girl as she spoke and recognized one of her mannerisms way too well. The forced movement—the way she busied her hands and looked away—was a language Isla spoke fluently. She almost said something.
Instead, she smiled. "I should've known," Isla replied. "My brother used to pick the trees. I just followed," she explained, then looked alarmed at the admission. She went stiff, shoulders tense, before she forced herself to relax, trying to convince her body this wasn't a danger zone.
She caught the Japanese again, and something in her chest flickered. She didn't understand it, but she recognized the sound of someone speaking their own language in a world that didn't expect it. She did that with French sometimes.
Isla glanced at the tree the blonde had pointed at, considering it, then looked down at her ferret and raised a brow "Tu en penses quoi, fripouille?" (What do you think about it, rascal?) She asked Vanilla in French, smiling softly. The white ferret turned again; it seemed to be following the other ferret's scent.
She shook her head, amused, before putting her bag down, letting Vanilla free to go play. "If I die climbing that tree, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life." She told the blonde, stepping towards the tree she'd pointed to, tying her hair in a ponytail.
She looked back at Vanilla, noticing how she seemed to hesitate and look at Isla before running towards the other ferret, chasing him around. she looked back at the tree, hesitating; her heart was pounding inside her chest, her body unable to stay put with sudden adrenaline, because now, there was no brother to catch her if she fell and no parents to run away from.
"If I do die, I'm Isla, Isla afton" she introduced herself before putting her right foot on a branch that seemed tick enough, following the painter's advice.
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Danggggg thats good, I wish I knew a lick about coding, I think something like that would take me a good 5 hoursIsla Afton wrote: 26 Jul 2026, 01:32Reducio
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Isla looked at the girl as she spoke and recognized one of her mannerisms way too well. The forced movement—the way she busied her hands and looked away—was a language Isla spoke fluently. She almost said something.
Instead, she smiled. "I should've known," Isla replied. "My brother used to pick the trees. I just followed," she explained, then looked alarmed at the admission. She went stiff, shoulders tense, before she forced herself to relax, trying to convince her body this wasn't a danger zone.
She caught the Japanese again, and something in her chest flickered. She didn't understand it, but she recognized the sound of someone speaking their own language in a world that didn't expect it. She did that with French sometimes.
Isla glanced at the tree the blonde had pointed at, considering it, then looked down at her ferret and raised a brow "Tu en penses quoi, fripouille?" (What do you think about it, rascal?) She asked Vanilla in French, smiling softly. The white ferret turned again; it seemed to be following the other ferret's scent.
She shook her head, amused, before putting her bag down, letting Vanilla free to go play. "If I die climbing that tree, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life." She told the blonde, stepping towards the tree she'd pointed to, tying her hair in a ponytail.
She looked back at Vanilla, noticing how she seemed to hesitate and look at Isla before running towards the other ferret, chasing him around. she looked back at the tree, hesitating; her heart was pounding inside her chest, her body unable to stay put with sudden adrenaline, because now, there was no brother to catch her if she fell and no parents to run away from.
"If I do die, I'm Isla, Isla afton" she introduced herself before putting her right foot on a branch that seemed tick enough, following the painter's advice.
Ignore the text!