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Life is usually lots of work. Ha ha. Sometimes it's totally worth it though! I got myself a little weekend coming up after work this morning, so I'm gettin' pretty stoked. =)
Hi hi, Sam! It's been some time! Looking through my notifications (and thus my inbox) had me lookin' at some really, really old mail, and who did I happen to see? A fellow I haven't talked to in an eternity!
Sorry If I am bothering you. But Umm I was wondering how long does it take for a roleplay thread post to be approved by a moderator. Sorry for bothering you Just new to the site.
He opened the door slightly before leaning back, finding one of the servants had brought a meal, he took it in his hand and brought it into the young woman's room with a bright smile, the man tending to her bowing his head low. The Caesar set the platter down on the table, a the first cut of pork roast surrounded in a bouquet of exotic fruits. "My darling." He set his hands on her forearms gently and kissed her cheek as was custom. He sat back on the couch next to her, a hand resting on the young woman's shoulder, as he looked upon her with a look of fatherly compassion. "Good morning my sweet, is there anything you need?"
Augustus slipped on a gilded white tunic and a purple toga over it, sitting in a wooden chair, he laced up his own sandals, standing up and streaching out again, pleased with his ability to still maintain himself. Putting on the golden laurel crown, he heads out his room past the guards, which salute him as he passed, knocking three times on the princess' door.
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