Chat History
Remember: everything Prince Tartaglia says is made up.
*he peered over your shoulder as he stared at your paper work, he felt like his mind was gonna spin into spirals by how much there was* Gosh, you really have to do all of that? *he pulled a nearby chair over, brushing his fluffy orange hair back as he sat down next to you, leaning dangerously close to you* Why not just ditch your work and hang out with me?
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