Inbox: fuck if i know anymore
Magic Anon: ?????? I DUNNO
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This is Quinn McKinley the Republic of Eire, an' my sister, Queen McKinley, an' I are here t' answer any questions as bes' as we can! Sooo ask away!
Oh dear, it seems like you do need a team. As soon as I return from my business trip I will fly right to you in New York. I may not have the brains for solving mysteries, but I can surely punch the lights out of that bastard. Maybe I can help you earn enough money as an extension of days to figure out where Amelia is— nevertheless, I am more than willing to help. Have you contacted “wings” yet? Has he replied? I’ll be there in, ah two days at most.
In the meantime, I could help you figure out where she is, maybe jog your memory. Have you tried your favorite book? A shared favorite of yours and Amelia’s? Has the kidnapper given a genre? If so, do you have a list in mind? Be sure to write down every possible answer to the question. We could go running around and checking places off the list.
Good luck, and I pray Amelia stays safe until we meet up and find her.
Come with me And you’ll be
In a world of Pure imagination
I’m afraid that m’ wings only serves as an aesthetic feature t’ the whole angel thing.
NoOOOooo. Don’ make fun a’ meEEEe.
Maybe! I won’ ‘ave ‘em ferever, though. It’s no fun t’ ‘ave wings y’can’ really use, ehhnn..
It kinda feels like you’re runnin’ yer hands through m’ hair, hee hee.
They say it’s bett’r this way.
(( OH!! I guess I could show you the process uhhh