[PU] The moon will sing a song for me // Coop building

[Cobra]

LIVINGDEAD!!

SHE/HER - ZOMBIE KING CHEETAH - THE PITTS - 12 MONTHS

the emotionless monster let her eyes scan the ardent as he spoke to her. community bird coops were a thing she would likely never understand. perhaps i am old fashioned, but the less fortunate starve where i grew up. she responded in that dead voice as always. though, it is best to help them in a group like this, i guess. she added as if it was an after thought.

because it truly was one. the empty gaze shifted to study the coop. she knew she was not going to be much of a bird keeper. she was not much in the nurture department. then, she was asked a question and her eyes flicked back to the ardent. every word seemed to hang in the air for her.

she was not the right one to ask such a thing. she was, as one would expect, completely out of touch with what others felt or desired. perhaps you should ask another soul. i'm not really in touch with the masses. a good murder here, a corpse there. these things make me ah.. what is that feeling called.. happy?

a paw tapped the earth a moment. i could ask about, if you wish. i don't care for things, but surely others would have better answers for you that i can return with.

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