09-10-2018, 09:26 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;"]anger, frustration, sadness - the emotions were more concepts that the ivory child knew of, but couldn't fully understand yet. linux knew that when she lost for the seventh time in a row that she was angry, that certain typhoon members made her frustrated and somber things made her sad,. but these were tasters of the emotional drugs, something diluted and weak to a point in which these feelings here manageable. would linux ever understand? of course. every life went through periods of major highs and terrible lows that it was almost a guarantee that every individual would have to carry the burden of the world at some point in their life. today just so happened to be goldie's day.
alerted to something amiss by the sounds of kirishima doting upon the health of goldie, linux's pink toned ears swiveled around to the source of goldie's sobs racking her body and pinpointed her location. bumbling over to the sight of kirishima and goldenluxury, blood filled the ivory child's blush nose and made it crinkle in confusion as the metallic taste hit the roof of linux's mouth. blood? "that's a lot of blood, i'll fetch a wet rag to clean it with." trying to be useful, the snow-white kitten was working under the assumption that the blood was in fact goldie's own; not of her victim's. but either way the child raced to fetch what she said she would before returning, offering the rag to goldie in hopes that the girl would be mentally calm enough to take it and use it. but from the looks of it, she probably wouldn't be, leaving linux at a loss of what to do.
alerted to something amiss by the sounds of kirishima doting upon the health of goldie, linux's pink toned ears swiveled around to the source of goldie's sobs racking her body and pinpointed her location. bumbling over to the sight of kirishima and goldenluxury, blood filled the ivory child's blush nose and made it crinkle in confusion as the metallic taste hit the roof of linux's mouth. blood? "that's a lot of blood, i'll fetch a wet rag to clean it with." trying to be useful, the snow-white kitten was working under the assumption that the blood was in fact goldie's own; not of her victim's. but either way the child raced to fetch what she said she would before returning, offering the rag to goldie in hopes that the girl would be mentally calm enough to take it and use it. but from the looks of it, she probably wouldn't be, leaving linux at a loss of what to do.