small question about the skin. I'll take it from the market

mega diddy blud

-rep furry

dddd

tis a sultry December afternoon, which grows longer drawn out by the yearning for your touch. Separated by a monitor like a brick and mortar wall. For it tis' you I am thinking about this afternoon, tis you who plagues every waking moment, and tis you who encumbers my rest. I write thinking of the things we will do when we inevitably meet, it is up to me however to find a way. This arduous task shall not go in vain however, as I dream of the day I may hoist you by the hip, sweeping your legs from the ground like a god blowing a leaf. In contrast to a leaf however, I will not be blowing with haphazard direction possessing no final destination, my destination is you. I hope this parchment finds you well, as well as I will find you. Whilst I go back to the arduous work on this sultry afternoon you may sleep propitiously, knowing no moment will elapse without my brain serendipitous thinking of you.

+rep sorry your teammates left you :(