08-28-2018, 09:58 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; color: black; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]"you got no soul!" flurries of emotions hit the small milk-hued child as the older boy came over, his words igniting the sparks of frustration brewing in the child's stomach. because how dare bakugou so brashly insult linux? didn't he know that she considered herself a technological genius? one who was only five months and couldn't quite understand yet that water equals bad for electronics. maybe not quite a genius yet. but still, how dare he - linux was a growing technological genius! he should be looking up to her. in response to the sudden outburst of emotion linux's body reacted in fluffing up every prt of her body that could do so, linux's head proudly held high and fighting back a few embarrassed tears to appear smart and strong. but surely just no one could see the hidden potential linux was trying to tap into right? because another typhoon member also came to the child, questioning her antics. how dare-!
even more irritation began to spout like flames from the child's core, their blush pink hues narrowed and sharp against the form of caeser so calmly strolling by to place his two cents in on the argument. "well i am gonna' fix it! and you're gonna' be so sorry once i do!" a haughty gaze and a childish tongue poking out accompanied the child's indignant words and highlighted upon them. "i know what i'm doing, duh." and again linux mashed their snow-dyed paws against the hello kitty piano, the machine letting out a garbled ping that almost sounded like a c sharp. it was like a dying musician - tragic.
even more irritation began to spout like flames from the child's core, their blush pink hues narrowed and sharp against the form of caeser so calmly strolling by to place his two cents in on the argument. "well i am gonna' fix it! and you're gonna' be so sorry once i do!" a haughty gaze and a childish tongue poking out accompanied the child's indignant words and highlighted upon them. "i know what i'm doing, duh." and again linux mashed their snow-dyed paws against the hello kitty piano, the machine letting out a garbled ping that almost sounded like a c sharp. it was like a dying musician - tragic.