08-11-2018, 07:48 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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sugar rushes weren't uncommon to stocking. In fact, they were familiar territory and she had her fair share of them. It was bound to be an issue-- with her vicious love for food and her gluttaneous lust for anything sweet or gooey.
In all honesty, stocking couldn't Blame kiira.
The disgraced angel had stepped out of her cabin long enough to discover kiira flittering from place to place; her form momentarily blanking out before reappearing. It was a task to keep her eyes on the child, and the strain upon her gaze had only been lifted when kiira slumped against the branch of a tree.
That was definitely not normal.
But she was no doctor either, and for all of her experience with sugar rushes, wasn't keen enough to recognize the signs of a sugar overdose. It never occurred to her, and even if it had, stocking figured the symptoms for a sugar rush were far too varying and obscure for her to ever be sure. As it was, she had not seen kiira down her cup of coffee that morning.
"You feeling okay, twerp?" The firebrand called to the outstretched limbs of the tree. Perhaps it wasnt within her best interests to be disturbing a sleeping clanmate, but kiira's earlier display was something of intrigue, curiosity and the faintest hints of concern. In any case, stocking just needed to make sure the other was okay.
In all honesty, stocking couldn't Blame kiira.
The disgraced angel had stepped out of her cabin long enough to discover kiira flittering from place to place; her form momentarily blanking out before reappearing. It was a task to keep her eyes on the child, and the strain upon her gaze had only been lifted when kiira slumped against the branch of a tree.
That was definitely not normal.
But she was no doctor either, and for all of her experience with sugar rushes, wasn't keen enough to recognize the signs of a sugar overdose. It never occurred to her, and even if it had, stocking figured the symptoms for a sugar rush were far too varying and obscure for her to ever be sure. As it was, she had not seen kiira down her cup of coffee that morning.
"You feeling okay, twerp?" The firebrand called to the outstretched limbs of the tree. Perhaps it wasnt within her best interests to be disturbing a sleeping clanmate, but kiira's earlier display was something of intrigue, curiosity and the faintest hints of concern. In any case, stocking just needed to make sure the other was okay.
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