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01-21-2017, 04:42 PM
Lemon-freckled ears swivel to and fro, candied teal eyes wide and watchful as the lemon drop waited to see what would happen with this particular Kis appearance. Though the filly had no strong feelings as to whether or not she trusted the man (being an inherently untrustworthy prankster, herself, she wasn’t exactly sold on the idea of ‘trustworthiness’ —more like ‘victim’ or ‘fellow prankster’). The filly did, however, have strong feelings that she liked whenever Kis showed up. Not because she liked him, but because she liked all the ruckus he caused whenever he appeared.
So, eternally interested in any and all brouhaha, the lemon drop was there. Her head cocked slightly as he said he request—cleaning? The filly wasn’t keen on cleaning things… She usually let mom clean up their cave in the Basin. Moms were good at those sorts of things. Fillies (especially mischievous ones) most certainly were not.
But Larue was not one to miss out on happenings. So, on her tiny lemony legs, she start out to help with this ‘cleaning’ business.
So, eternally interested in any and all brouhaha, the lemon drop was there. Her head cocked slightly as he said he request—cleaning? The filly wasn’t keen on cleaning things… She usually let mom clean up their cave in the Basin. Moms were good at those sorts of things. Fillies (especially mischievous ones) most certainly were not.
But Larue was not one to miss out on happenings. So, on her tiny lemony legs, she start out to help with this ‘cleaning’ business.
Larue
sugar, spice, not everything nice
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