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Fantasy The World of Engranussia (Closed)

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"Enough to make me go crazy." He mumbled before smiling. "Extremely crazy."

Reaver gave a lazy grin, scooting himself until he had been laying on top of Graham - chin on his chest as he'd relaxed. "Aaah, so, the fun kinda crazy."
 
Reaver gave a lazy grin, scooting himself until he had been laying on top of Graham - chin on his chest as he'd relaxed. "Aaah, so, the fun kinda crazy."

"That and I would absolutely do anything for you. Unless i had to eat some shit, because that's a no-no."
 
Graham laughed, "good, then we can work together. I was afraid that if i would ever go too insane, you would do that to my poor poor self."

"Never. Ever." Reaver shuttered again before nuzzling into Graham's chest.
 
Graham smiled at that, becoming somewhat groggy from how at peace he truly was. "Did anyone ever told you that you mean the world to me?"

"I've heard it time and time again, yes." Reaver grinned, yanning while he'd lazily wag his tail.
 
"Well you should. You get sooooooooooooo cranky with me and everyone else when you don't get at least eight hours of sleep in. So cranky. And that's coming from me." He snickered.

"Oh, yer one t' talk." Reaver remarked with a grin.
 
"Ouchy, baby you got me hurting. I say you're my crankier! We can go to the family and take this poll if you really want to go against me." He smiled.

"I wouldn't mind doing that, cranky beah." Reaver smirked playfully, arching a brow.
 
"I wouldn't mind doing that, cranky beah." Reaver smirked playfully, arching a brow.

Graham sprung out of bed, before looking down at Reaver, smirking with a quirk brow. "Oh really? Y'wanna go!? Let's go! Let's test this theory out, hon-bun!" He sprung back and forth with each foot like he was a boxer ready to fight.
 
Graham sprung out of bed, before looking down at Reaver, smirking with a quirk brow. "Oh really? Y'wanna go!? Let's go! Let's test this theory out, hon-bun!" He sprung back and forth with each foot like he was a boxer ready to fight.

Reaver raised his brows, rolling off the moment Graham sprung from the bed. "Fine! Toss me some pants."
 
Tugging on his pants, Reaver grinned as he'd hop off the bed before heading out of the room.

Graham quickly walked to where Adrian was, knowing that he should go to Reaver's siblings first. He gave a small knock on the door. "Y'ello?Mr. President, can i have a word with you if you're not busy?"
 
Graham quickly walked to where Adrian was, knowing that he should go to Reaver's siblings first. He gave a small knock on the door. "Y'ello?Mr. President, can i have a word with you if you're not busy?"

Reaver quickly followed, stopping at the door.

"No, I'm not busy. What is it?" Adrian asked, the sound of shuffling papers following the werewolf's tired tone.
 

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