07-29-2018, 09:29 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border: 0%;width:75%;text-align:justify;"]The feline approached with kind eyes. Despite not able to see anymore, the blind Fischer couldn’t help but smile a little, hearing Junji teach his crewmates all about toads. It was such a fitting task for Rosemary to give him, especially considering she could see a curious nature within the kitten. He was, very, very different from the other children around his age, especially that bunch of Pincher’s children. They were all so expressive in many ways, but Junji was no doubt the cheeriest.
”Would you describe what each of them looks like for me?” The black smoke questioned softly, curious to see how each toad’s appearance matched their deadly reality. Hopefully the small descriptions of each could remind her of toads she’d seen and heard before she went blind, so she would be able to identify each properly. But her memory was fleeting, she could no longer remember important faces, not even her own.
”Would you describe what each of them looks like for me?” The black smoke questioned softly, curious to see how each toad’s appearance matched their deadly reality. Hopefully the small descriptions of each could remind her of toads she’d seen and heard before she went blind, so she would be able to identify each properly. But her memory was fleeting, she could no longer remember important faces, not even her own.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags