07-01-2018, 08:36 AM
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One ear swiveled in Coldblue's direction as her nephew spoke, accompanied with one auxiliary set of eyes. That, she suppose, might be part of Goldie's influence to heckle Caesar out of character; the two siblings seemed as different as night and day, yet remained stuck at the hip. While she noticed the twinge of blue-violet disgust to his voice, so closely matching his sister's momentary outburst, she wondered if Goldie's kindness might reflect in the haughty child just as she reflected her brother's repulsion. This made her soften a bit towards Coldblue, as in all honesty Rosemary never knew what to make of Pincher's sons. Male children acted very strangely to her, as she never grew up alongside brothers or nephews or other young boys.
As he posed the question to her, she nodded in agreement. True to their usual close relationship, he wanted to tag along with the map-making - fine with her. She needed to form an actual relationship with her nephews as well, and Coldblue seemed the smartest of the lot. His retorts showed cunning for his age, even if he seemed incapable of applying said cunning to a useful endeavor. But, as she flicked her tails, she internally supposed that's what Aunti Rose was for - teaching Pincher's spoiled kids the intellectual and savvy lessons their minds needed to grow.
"Not at all; the more eyes, the more accurate the perception," she told him, her mouth forming a content grin for a moment. A bit of an obvious pun, but still amusing to speak.
As he posed the question to her, she nodded in agreement. True to their usual close relationship, he wanted to tag along with the map-making - fine with her. She needed to form an actual relationship with her nephews as well, and Coldblue seemed the smartest of the lot. His retorts showed cunning for his age, even if he seemed incapable of applying said cunning to a useful endeavor. But, as she flicked her tails, she internally supposed that's what Aunti Rose was for - teaching Pincher's spoiled kids the intellectual and savvy lessons their minds needed to grow.
"Not at all; the more eyes, the more accurate the perception," she told him, her mouth forming a content grin for a moment. A bit of an obvious pun, but still amusing to speak.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?