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04-19-2015, 02:58 PM
I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET
a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
Fortunately for the feelings of the buoyant boy, the girl's reluctance to confirm their friendship sailed over his head on gossamer wings. He was too pleased with her comment on lightning being cool, and on puzzling out her strange string of 'K'-named relatives (how odd, but he was learning that lots of people saw things in lots of different ways, even silly ways). Zèklè's focus was too much on the adventure of finding a name than the idea that others might find it problematic, how he threw friendship around like a discarded pair of pants. He didn't see her smile because his was too bright.
In short, the boy was still too young and self-involved to notice that his new friend's reluctance to bear her title.
The black and auburn face split into a radiant grin, and he shuffled eagerly in the underbrush- there was just too much excitement for him to keep it all still. She suggested they go to the ocean, and he immediately replied with youthful exuberance. "Yeah, I've been to the ocean lots!" He'd been born by an ocean, after all, and Ma liked to take him to the sandy shore, to tell him stories and fill his head with delight. Heck, the Throat was even an island now, surrounded by ocean!
He was practically a fish!
He tensed, ready to spring into motion, to lead them both to the distant sea, before a horrifying thought stopped him in his tracks. In the excitement of new friendship and their interesting conversation, poor Zèklè had forgotten that he was deeply, hopelessly lost.
Sunbeam eyes turned back to the girl, a sheepish smile on his boyish face. "Uh... maybe you should lead the way," Zèklè suggested, one hoof scuffing, embarrassed, at the inoffensive earth. "Jus' so, y'know, we go to the right place'n all."
Good save.
@[Isopia]
In short, the boy was still too young and self-involved to notice that his new friend's reluctance to bear her title.
The black and auburn face split into a radiant grin, and he shuffled eagerly in the underbrush- there was just too much excitement for him to keep it all still. She suggested they go to the ocean, and he immediately replied with youthful exuberance. "Yeah, I've been to the ocean lots!" He'd been born by an ocean, after all, and Ma liked to take him to the sandy shore, to tell him stories and fill his head with delight. Heck, the Throat was even an island now, surrounded by ocean!
He was practically a fish!
He tensed, ready to spring into motion, to lead them both to the distant sea, before a horrifying thought stopped him in his tracks. In the excitement of new friendship and their interesting conversation, poor Zèklè had forgotten that he was deeply, hopelessly lost.
Sunbeam eyes turned back to the girl, a sheepish smile on his boyish face. "Uh... maybe you should lead the way," Zèklè suggested, one hoof scuffing, embarrassed, at the inoffensive earth. "Jus' so, y'know, we go to the right place'n all."
Good save.
@[Isopia]
Z è K L è
am i more than you bargained for yet?
am i more than you bargained for yet?
