*laughs at my password for the vacation schedule*. They all were busting up on that one. I just shrugged and said "I am not too big of a nerd to leave in charge of such things".
...bent
You heard it leaving port, I bet *s*
"poor pet. You know you love it." grin. laughing.
Getting then checked out now.
*laughs*. Dang my spelling sucked this morning! That stupid autocorrect. *Shakes my head and grabs my second coffee from Bruce*. Too slow of a day. And way too quiet, I think almost everyone took the day off or something.
Hows them eyeballs?
I'm good, morning shift today so not a lot of sleep last night
Hi wolfster hugs
Gate House
Leaving the manor behind, Xavier made his way along the cobblestone path, passing the gatehouse where the gatekeeper, Roderick, nodded respectfully. The path took him through a section of dense woods, the air growing cooler and the light dimmer as the canopy overhead thickened. The familiar sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird calls filled the air.
snorting
stomping right hoof once for Yes!blushing as he remembers his Owner once thinking about getting that bit out for a special service ...
weak..
"Good morning, Shattered!"Smiles and waves.
"How are you?"
well, and that too ... the infamous Primo Pheromones, known to make virgins weak in the knees....not that UG's a virgin ... that ship sailed a decade ago
BlackStone Manor
Xavier decided to seek out his uncle Te'Sirian. The man had always been a source of wisdom and guidance, and Xavier hoped that he might clarify the cryptic messages from his father and The letter from Padraigh MarcCloch concerning the family’s legacy. He turned towards the gate, passing through the archway of stone that marked the boundary of Blackstone Manor.
ashley, in the first link is BEAUTIFUL
i left the laptop open to this page...
i guess she saw the comment about her calling me a pervert, of sorts
~s~but examine the source ... who's esther, after all
~laughs~
Good morning Seven
BlackStone Manor
Agian he rose from where he chose to sit, and continued his his walk through the estate grounds, feeling the cool breeze gently ruffle his hair. The scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filled the air, bringing a sense of calm and clarity. He knew that the answers he sought would not come easily, but he felt a renewed sense of purpose.The path led him to a small pond, its surface shimmering in the early morning light. He paused there, watching the gentle ripples created by a breeze and the occasional leap of a fish. The tranquility of the scene helped him focus his thoughts. He reflected on his father's words and the legacy of his family. The burdens and expectations that came with his lineage were heavy, but they were also a source of strength and identity.