08-10-2018, 09:50 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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despite it all, despite the dull wall of apathy that seperated her from the hearts of other's, arrow was a friend. A dear one at that. A swell one full of funny jokes and maybe at some point stocking had taken a liking to the other felidae because of the courtesy they had given to stocking-- from her moment of crash landing in the middle of god knew where, up until this point.
"I'll go get you some water, Yea? Don't stress about getting up to get anythinf. Hangovers hurt like hell. For the next few hours, I'll be your personal maid. If anything, It's probably my excuse to wear a kinky servant outfit," she clucked her tongue at the oriental witb teasing, faux delight. "Lucky girl."
the knowledge of arrow being overtaxed with whatever burden she carried upon her shoulders was shitty in itself. She wasn't too eager to strain the oriental further by having her walk while her head was pounding and roiling and her limbs most likely felt like lead. Stocking knew hangovers very well. She had done it before.
Stepping away from the crowd momentarily to grant arrow space, stocking turned away to spot the healer approaching. She offered him a brief, rare smile; something that barely cracked her face as she by him, brushing past him with a brief moment. A tail trailing amongst his side playfully before she headed deeper into town. Water, yes. She needed water.
"I'll go get you some water, Yea? Don't stress about getting up to get anythinf. Hangovers hurt like hell. For the next few hours, I'll be your personal maid. If anything, It's probably my excuse to wear a kinky servant outfit," she clucked her tongue at the oriental witb teasing, faux delight. "Lucky girl."
the knowledge of arrow being overtaxed with whatever burden she carried upon her shoulders was shitty in itself. She wasn't too eager to strain the oriental further by having her walk while her head was pounding and roiling and her limbs most likely felt like lead. Stocking knew hangovers very well. She had done it before.
Stepping away from the crowd momentarily to grant arrow space, stocking turned away to spot the healer approaching. She offered him a brief, rare smile; something that barely cracked her face as she by him, brushing past him with a brief moment. A tail trailing amongst his side playfully before she headed deeper into town. Water, yes. She needed water.
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