'Dipper..." Template said, lifting his chin up. "Don't curse like
that." She said.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
Rue looks at Bill. She hopes he won't see her. She noticed how he
called Dipper pine tree. She thinks about how back home, her
friends call her little flower. She hopes Bill doesn't call her
that.
His smile has a grip on me <3
Agent Fallows, signing out~
Template hugs Dipper. "I think he might have had something to do
with the death of my brother..." She murmured.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
Rue's eyes are full of tears again. Something rings. Her phone.
"One sec." she pulls it out. A look of horror dons her face once
more as she hears the call. As soon as it is over, she puts her
phone away and bursts into tears.
His smile has a grip on me <3
Agent Fallows, signing out~
"Sans doesn't seem like the one to kill. That Bill guy though...."
Template murmured, crying about her brother again.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
Template wipes her tears away, trying to calm down.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
Template lets out a sigh, holding Dipper's hand a bit tighter.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.