bold: crystal
italics: skye
bold+italics+underlined: luna
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"Are you Australian? 'Cause you meet all of my koalafications"
"Glad to know, but I'm not into girls sorry"
"Oh, sorry I thought you were Skye"
"Wait, are you Crystal?"
"Yeah...how did you know?"
"Skye talks about you all the time"
"Wow. Thanks, I guess?"
"Well, Skye is not in today. He's allergic to roses and that dumbass somehow smelled roses"
"Right. Thanks...?"
"Luna"
"Thanks Luna!"
"Anytime sweetie"
--call ended--
Crystal looked out of the window and her gaze landed on the roses that his father loved dearly. They really were pretty, she thought. As she turned around to go back up to her room, she thought of something.
Luna said that Skye was allergic to roses.
That creep. She chuckled to herself and went upstairs.
She shall never expect roses from him. Roses were really not his forté.
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Two updates in a rowwwww!! Who's the best? Meeeeeee
That's all for todayyy! Buh-bye! x.
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Crystal Skies
NouvellesTogether they were like a sky full of crystals, full of brightness. @pandemoniuim
