08-26-2018, 09:31 PM
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[/td][/tr][/table]Where one vampire was, another was sure to follow. Alexander had agreed to spend the morning at the beach with Rialto, holding an umbrella over the both of them and looking out for anything pretty sticking out in the sand. They usually did more interesting things during the morning, like a rigid skincare routine and rearranging their pillows and blankets for thirty minutes until they were aesthetically ready for them to sleep in.
Collecting seashells with Rialto was okay too, though. It seemed there was something happening on the beach, anyways; namely a wolf knocking someone into the sand every five minutes.
Alex can't help but laugh when Cookie knocks Oriole into the sand again, their face lighting up in a kind of cruel entertainment. Everybody found others' misery funny, though, right? That's why all homemade videos were of poor dads falling off of roofs and ladders.
They stay quiet as they follow Rialto toward the pair, too tired to make their usual snarky remarks, eyes half-lidded and still searching for pretty seashells. They reach down and gather a few shiny rocks and broken shells to dump into the bucket, glancing up when Zachariah speaks. "She is a good dog. Her name is Cookie. Her ears are nice." Alex smiles, peeking behind Rialto's legs to get a better few of the wolf. They wish they had enough bravery to get closer to the wolf, but for now they were content to hide behind their friend and coo at Cookie.
"It is a bit late, but we're collecting new materials for Ri's project. He lives in a ferris wheel carriage, by the way. Too lazy to climb up to sleep in the rafters."
Collecting seashells with Rialto was okay too, though. It seemed there was something happening on the beach, anyways; namely a wolf knocking someone into the sand every five minutes.
Alex can't help but laugh when Cookie knocks Oriole into the sand again, their face lighting up in a kind of cruel entertainment. Everybody found others' misery funny, though, right? That's why all homemade videos were of poor dads falling off of roofs and ladders.
They stay quiet as they follow Rialto toward the pair, too tired to make their usual snarky remarks, eyes half-lidded and still searching for pretty seashells. They reach down and gather a few shiny rocks and broken shells to dump into the bucket, glancing up when Zachariah speaks. "She is a good dog. Her name is Cookie. Her ears are nice." Alex smiles, peeking behind Rialto's legs to get a better few of the wolf. They wish they had enough bravery to get closer to the wolf, but for now they were content to hide behind their friend and coo at Cookie.
"It is a bit late, but we're collecting new materials for Ri's project. He lives in a ferris wheel carriage, by the way. Too lazy to climb up to sleep in the rafters."
LOVIN' WHAT I'M TASTIN',
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!