06-08-2018, 02:22 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"][i am fucking deceased?? the ditto evolution omf,, the invites are beautiful]
Beatrice had not gotten one invite the the beach party. Oh, no, she received two. The first flyer had been odd enough, but now that she had two, she wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. It was obvious Wade had spent time on these things, for there were subtle difference between each invite meaning they were handmade. Interesting.
Despite her better judgement, the Privateer decided to join the festivities. She was trying to put herself out there more, trying to shake the Beast off of her, trying to be normal. She had finally (somehow) accepted that she would never see Greg or Wirt again, and so she was trying to live her life like she had never met them. It was hard. But maybe this could be a start.
"So, I have a few questions, Wade," the canine started as she neared shortly after Krataa. A metaphorical eyebrow was raised in question as she looked over the party-thrower, and she was pointing to a section of the flyer she had brought with her. "First: what does 'volcano throwing' mean? Second: What the heck is that screaming, pink thing you drew? Third: I need drink types because I'm thirsty." Her words had started off stern, but they quickly melted into amused. Oh, she was going to have some fun.
Beatrice had not gotten one invite the the beach party. Oh, no, she received two. The first flyer had been odd enough, but now that she had two, she wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. It was obvious Wade had spent time on these things, for there were subtle difference between each invite meaning they were handmade. Interesting.
Despite her better judgement, the Privateer decided to join the festivities. She was trying to put herself out there more, trying to shake the Beast off of her, trying to be normal. She had finally (somehow) accepted that she would never see Greg or Wirt again, and so she was trying to live her life like she had never met them. It was hard. But maybe this could be a start.
"So, I have a few questions, Wade," the canine started as she neared shortly after Krataa. A metaphorical eyebrow was raised in question as she looked over the party-thrower, and she was pointing to a section of the flyer she had brought with her. "First: what does 'volcano throwing' mean? Second: What the heck is that screaming, pink thing you drew? Third: I need drink types because I'm thirsty." Her words had started off stern, but they quickly melted into amused. Oh, she was going to have some fun.
[glow=black,10,100]YOUR EYES ARE A THOUSAND TIMES DEEPER THAN THE SKY[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]AND I AM A TINY STAR, FALLING FOR ALL TIME
beatrice | grounded | sage | the typhoon