08-27-2018, 10:20 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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stocking slid over gracefully on stocking laced paws and a placid gaze. Her general lack of interest for these things was unmatched, she had once thought. but she noticed another who seemed to show a genuine disinterest in going ons. It was the canine who had showed upon their border seals ago. in broken dialect. But she truly could not blame him for his nonexistant enthusiasm. She herself could not sit through these things. not necessarily out of dislike for Morgan or tackywood, but her inability to sit through long speeches or lectures without turning off her mind for some period of time. Though she appeared stoic and outwardly calm, her mind was roiling and she absentmindedly pressed her paws deeper into the dirt.
"Thanks for the shout out, boss man," she called gratefully towards the wheat hued canine. Under his leadership, tackywood was going through drastic changes, and fast. It had not been long. Barely a month-- but he was quick to impliment the idea of the scarf badges, the utilization of their resources, and future machines. Morgan was ambitious. Progressive? Perhaps. She wasn't sure how to feel about it; wasnt sure If she liked it, or if she despised it. Her general outlook on most things, tended to drift towards neutral indifference, if said object of her attention was lucky, rather than plain disdain.
She did not linger too long. Stocking tended not to squander her time on pointless pleasantries. Once the meeting was dismissed, she'd be sure to make way for the woods for the next activity. Better doing something than nothing.
"Thanks for the shout out, boss man," she called gratefully towards the wheat hued canine. Under his leadership, tackywood was going through drastic changes, and fast. It had not been long. Barely a month-- but he was quick to impliment the idea of the scarf badges, the utilization of their resources, and future machines. Morgan was ambitious. Progressive? Perhaps. She wasn't sure how to feel about it; wasnt sure If she liked it, or if she despised it. Her general outlook on most things, tended to drift towards neutral indifference, if said object of her attention was lucky, rather than plain disdain.
She did not linger too long. Stocking tended not to squander her time on pointless pleasantries. Once the meeting was dismissed, she'd be sure to make way for the woods for the next activity. Better doing something than nothing.
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