09-13-2018, 11:43 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;"]too young to partake in any alcoholic activities, linux wasn't a stranger to the effects that alcohol had to all kinds of people. something that just came with the pirates she guessed. but it was always of utmost amusement to the milky child; to see the kinds of things that people will do under the influence of the liquid gold. sometimes it had the potential of glorious blackmail. like this incident? well linux would say yes, but it was aussie. he wouldn't care. a shame, but at least the snow-white child could watch on as the man continued to bumble his way through his inebriated state.
coming up along the side of silus, linux paid no mind to her cousin yet - all of her attention wasted on aussie and his passionate attempt to find the foretold "gold" furby thing. because linux had never seen a creature made of metal and electronics hatch from an egg before, and she had massive doubts that the thing would even be made out of real gold as well. but it was toys, toys linux could see herself fawning over. why was aussie breaking them all? they seemed in such near perfect condition as well; they were a scavenger's dream. this massacre - it was linux's nightmare. playing out in front of her without a single thing the kitten could realistically do to stop it from all playing out. what a terrible fate for those toys, linux wished she could save them. she could only try. "stop! oi! those work perfectly, don't destroy them! they could be so useful! stop!" linux shouted at the boy with her voice reaching new pitches in how stressed she felt watching those poor hatchimals be mercilessly slaughtered. a travesty.
coming up along the side of silus, linux paid no mind to her cousin yet - all of her attention wasted on aussie and his passionate attempt to find the foretold "gold" furby thing. because linux had never seen a creature made of metal and electronics hatch from an egg before, and she had massive doubts that the thing would even be made out of real gold as well. but it was toys, toys linux could see herself fawning over. why was aussie breaking them all? they seemed in such near perfect condition as well; they were a scavenger's dream. this massacre - it was linux's nightmare. playing out in front of her without a single thing the kitten could realistically do to stop it from all playing out. what a terrible fate for those toys, linux wished she could save them. she could only try. "stop! oi! those work perfectly, don't destroy them! they could be so useful! stop!" linux shouted at the boy with her voice reaching new pitches in how stressed she felt watching those poor hatchimals be mercilessly slaughtered. a travesty.