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"I swear" Roleplay Promise
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → "I swear" Roleplay PromiseFawna took them. "Thanks!"
Kaydi relaxed and thought, "Fawna, I'm facing a bit of a situation, I want to follow my dream of becoming a radio sports reporter but I want to become a radio dj for the 70s and 80s radio station, which dream job I should go for?", Kaydi asked.

Fawna blinked at the question for a few moments. "So... they're both your dream jobs?" they asked. "Uh- sorry, but why do you have to pick right now? You've got your whole life ahead of you... and if it really doesn't mean anything, why not just pick one and stick with it?"
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Fawna leaned across the table, hands clasped together. "Hello, Harmony!" they smiled. "Nice to see you again! You're looking great this morning, I must say."
Majoree came in at that exact moment- and proceeded to die of aspyhixation- She fell back against the door wheezing and coughing, and definitely not laughing- wiping tears of pain from her eyes.
"What'd you do with your hair?" Fawna asked, trying to ignore Majoree as the girl sat down, still laughing a bit. "It looks great, you know."
Greg tried to run to find Luther so that they can chat, then he heard a yelp from Luther, "Uh oh! This is not good", Greg said as he started to walk slowly and immediately he sees Carrie, "Well, I see another patron, I'm not sure if I can wait until Carrie is done talking to Luther", Greg thought.

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"Everything is going to be okay."
Majoree smiled in her direction. "Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry."
Fawna was beaming. "It looks fantastic!"
Kaydi was surprised to see Greg returned to the kitchen but then turns the attention to Fawna, "Well Fawna, the reason why I want to follow the dreams of becoming either a sports reporter for a sports radio station or a radio dj for a 70s and 80s radio station is because I want to plan ahead so that I can select a college or university that will have radio stations and hopefully I can take courses on the history of radio stations".



Fawna was listening, their frown growing more and more evident with each word.

Fawna perked up. "You're... inviting me?" they asked, hopefully.
