08-15-2018, 10:10 PM
[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]So they could've left a long time ago? If they found a fucking star? What is this, a Dora the Explorer episode?
"Ohhh, shit, okay," the wolf sighed softly as he watched the Astral Seraph sketch...whatever that thing was and request that the group split into smaller pairings. Admittedly, he shouldn't care that much about a stupid drawing, but he found himself loathing the sloppiness of it. He was never a perfectionist—until it came to art. He was an unheard of artist, but that didn't meant he wasn't one.
Shaking his large cranium to rid himself of pettiness over a silly little sketch, the demon trailed after the group and found himself looking about for a partner, his metallic claws clicking rhythmically against the solid, freezing floor of the Observatory. Well, damn. Where was he to go? Zjarr had trouble deciphering how he could fit into the situation and find a solution, but perhaps finding at least one other decent person to work with was a reasonable start. "Um, anyone need some help?" he inquired aloud as his unnaturally heterochromatic hues traced the solid walls of the building, searching for things that were out of place. Nope, everything seemed...exactly the same. In here, at least. He'd have to keep hunting.
"Ohhh, shit, okay," the wolf sighed softly as he watched the Astral Seraph sketch...whatever that thing was and request that the group split into smaller pairings. Admittedly, he shouldn't care that much about a stupid drawing, but he found himself loathing the sloppiness of it. He was never a perfectionist—until it came to art. He was an unheard of artist, but that didn't meant he wasn't one.
Shaking his large cranium to rid himself of pettiness over a silly little sketch, the demon trailed after the group and found himself looking about for a partner, his metallic claws clicking rhythmically against the solid, freezing floor of the Observatory. Well, damn. Where was he to go? Zjarr had trouble deciphering how he could fit into the situation and find a solution, but perhaps finding at least one other decent person to work with was a reasonable start. "Um, anyone need some help?" he inquired aloud as his unnaturally heterochromatic hues traced the solid walls of the building, searching for things that were out of place. Nope, everything seemed...exactly the same. In here, at least. He'd have to keep hunting.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot