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II.
It's too bad . . . I think gold is a nice color- are you sure you don't agree? ♪
( there's not a trace of alarm in his voice despite his situation. armed with only a paintbrush and his strapping good looks, miai's facing off with a distinctly feline mutation of some local flora, with a dozen more rows of teeth here and there.
still, it is feline, so if only for that reason he isn't particularly scared. despite sporting some cuts and scratches already from some near-misses on its claws (or teeth, those could have been retractable teeth), miai doesn't seem the least bit concerned. he's mid-crouch - ready to run, but not particularly inclined - with his arm out and paintbrush - dripping, indeed, a glittery gold - as if it were a sort of ring for the creature to jump over or into, which might be enlightening as to how he got into the situation he is now. )
Come on, come on ♪ Though this may be the twenty-sixth time, who knows? It could be the charm. I may not know what you are, but I know I like you quite a bit ♪
( his paintbrush, by the way, blends like yellow, just with glitter- the glitter is important )
III.
( miai, is, without a doubt, lost. mostly because approximately half the usual landmarks are missing.
dutifully he took up his shift at chabana, at which point they ran out of. tea leaves? tea leaves. he's pretty sure it was tea leaves. some other things, too. someone had forgotten to make a note to restock earlier. he'd volunteered to be the one to do the run for temp provisions, and he'd managed his way to the market easy enough, but getting back . . . hm. this was a toughie. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. well, any direction would lead him somewhere so long as he kept walking, right?
so here miai is, groceries in tow, walking into your business. your shady back alley deals, your alone time in your yard, whatever. he's taking whatever path catches his eye, even if he has to hop some (half-invisible, half-splattered) fences to follow it, and even if that might technically be trespassing. )
BONUS.
n;io such thign as bad dtimging oh yuo re a new personn ow hmmmmmmmm f;rist, sory, i broke my autocorrect forver ago i;ll try to typ.................correct anywya do yuoo actually knwo whats going on i mena i like it so nbd but curiouss
WILDCARD.
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II.
It's too bad . . . I think gold is a nice color- are you sure you don't agree? ♪
( there's not a trace of alarm in his voice despite his situation. armed with only a paintbrush and his strapping good looks, miai's facing off with a distinctly feline mutation of some local flora, with a dozen more rows of teeth here and there.
still, it is feline, so if only for that reason he isn't particularly scared. despite sporting some cuts and scratches already from some near-misses on its claws (or teeth, those could have been retractable teeth), miai doesn't seem the least bit concerned. he's mid-crouch - ready to run, but not particularly inclined - with his arm out and paintbrush - dripping, indeed, a glittery gold - as if it were a sort of ring for the creature to jump over or into, which might be enlightening as to how he got into the situation he is now. )
Come on, come on ♪ Though this may be the twenty-sixth time, who knows? It could be the charm. I may not know what you are, but I know I like you quite a bit ♪
( his paintbrush, by the way, blends like yellow, just with glitter- the glitter is important )
III.
( miai, is, without a doubt, lost. mostly because approximately half the usual landmarks are missing.
dutifully he took up his shift at chabana, at which point they ran out of. tea leaves? tea leaves. he's pretty sure it was tea leaves. some other things, too. someone had forgotten to make a note to restock earlier. he'd volunteered to be the one to do the run for temp provisions, and he'd managed his way to the market easy enough, but getting back . . . hm. this was a toughie. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. well, any direction would lead him somewhere so long as he kept walking, right?
so here miai is, groceries in tow, walking into your business. your shady back alley deals, your alone time in your yard, whatever. he's taking whatever path catches his eye, even if he has to hop some (half-invisible, half-splattered) fences to follow it, and even if that might technically be trespassing. )
BONUS.
n;io such thign as bad dtimging
oh
yuo re a new personn ow
hmmmmmmmm
f;rist, sory, i broke my autocorrect forver ago
i;ll try to typ.................correct
anywya
do yuoo actually knwo whats going on
i mena
i like it so
nbd but
curiouss
WILDCARD.
( come up with your own scenario, or plot with me for one!! )