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It was just a normal morning, Licorice minding his own business, trying to break himself from the clutches of sleep.
Until a damn rift of time in his room utterly ruins his day. Some time travelling fool tells him the one person he cares about it going to die graphically.
Licorice doesn't remember smoking a pound of weed last night.
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12 Jan 2023
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Oh. My lord. I don't think there's like. Actual tangible words for how much this fic means to me????? genuinely I used to reread it every damm weekend cause it's THAT GOOD but now I save it for major life events like my birthday cause GODDDD like I said this shit means so much to go read it go read go read it adascdvdidgfkfinf
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“You’re in my room,” Wind Archer said flatly.
“Nope,” the red-haired Cookie replied lazily, popping the "p." “Our room. New dorm assignments. Didn’t you get the scroll?”
Wind Archer narrowed his eyes. “They wouldn’t put you in the same room as me.”
Fire Spirit Cookie rolled onto his side and smirked. “Guess they figured you'd be a good influence. Or maybe I’m here to melt the so-called personality I’ve heard of yours.”