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04-23-2014, 10:45 PM
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"You spin me right round, baby." Are you following Snowflake? No. Ok. Well... Maybe. But maybe not. Do you really know what you're doing? No is probably the best answer. You're a little high. Or a lot high. Ever since you got this awesome magic where you can shock somebody's brain and make them feel the effects of your locoweed you've been a little... out of it. See, it's so easy to just eat a few plants, wait a while, shock yourself, eat a few more, wander around, sleep, eat, do whatever. It's just... you don't know what to do. You beat the ever living shit out of Eris, and still you wander around, a peon cast under her light. And the two that claim themselves king and queen.... you shake your head. Forget about it. Being high is better. Anyways, why are you following Snowflake? Maybe sober you could think of lots of different reasons. Maybe you're just being a creep. Maybe you're being paranoid. Maybe you actually enjoy her company, somehow, even though you don't think you'd ever let her get high again. Maybe... maybe you think of her as something special in your life and you want to keep her safe. There are so many possibilities and if you have any idea how to figure out the answer, you don't give one care in the world about it right now. Barging ever so rudely into the little gathering that has formed here, you stumble around in a rather ungainly manner until you've found some sort of steady stance. On the ground lies the roundest little pile of brown fur you think you've ever seen. “Save some for the rest of us,” you say rather plainly to him, almost arching your brow as you shake your head. Its as though you don't have sins of your own to atone for. Turning to Snowflake then, making friends with new people like you always manage to do, you spit out a few more lines, just for old times sake. “Don't associate with the commoners Snowflake, you're too good for that.” But then, aren't you one of the commoners? Your ribs show through your skin as you take a deep breath. You're too skinny. Maybe it's because the little ball of fluff on the ground ate your portion too. The mere thought makes you laugh- a deep sort of rumble that sends you stumbling a few steps to the left and a big glob of drool dripping down from your lips. Yeah... this is going to go great. |
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