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August - 25 - Flintlock lodge member - bio
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August was very obviously not the most socially aware individual, in fact, they were hardly socially experienced at all, but even with their limited interactions between the only two human beings they have ever known in the last nineteen years, they knew [i]exactly what aggression sounded like. They knew that this boy was displaying it as he stood defensively between them and the baby, - who's name was Hope apparently - and practically snapped his responses over like a cornered viper lashing at it unholy offender. The way those words landed made August reactively flinch away as if a rubber band had whipped itself across the flesh of their extended hand. They stood up abruptly from their crouch and quickly backed up, holding their own hand with a submissive dip of their head, eyes resting on their feet for a moment as they would shuffle sheepishly in a guilty stance.
[b][color=#7989A2]"Ah, sorry..." They'd mutter in an awfully quiet pitch before their eyes lifted as the sound of a slightly mechanic voice rose in the air, a strange sort of static running in the background of the sound, causing August's brows to furrow in confusion. No one else was in the room, why was there a voice? They could've sworn it came from inside the room. 
"Who was that?" They would suddenly ask, whipping their head over to look at every corner of the room in avid confusion, their frantic searching stopping as Dallas was now standing at the mouth of the room. They backed away from that door now, stepping aside so they wouldn't get any closer to Brendan as they did so, their head shooting over to little baby Hope as she was mentioned, offering a quick smile towards the little being before looking right back over at Dallas. "Her name is Hope." They would inform the woman before they would crouch down again, wrapping their muscular working arms overtop their tucked knees to rest their chin upon their forearms as they quietly observed.
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FUZZY BLUE LIGHTS — open - by BRENDAN - 03-05-2019, 04:08 AM
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