09-18-2018, 12:20 AM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words
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//mobile & i’m sorry this is kinda bad sgdjshs i suck at starters [member=1420]romanempire[/member]
Things had been a bit hectic for Pierce lately. With the whole thing with the Typhoon, his duties as Goldenblood, Clementine still being sick, and the thought of Riddlersgame constantly weighing on his shoulders, he’d been pretty stressed. So, he’d decided to take one day off to wander the territory, maybe pick a flower or two, and draw some pictures. He was laying down near the shore, at the base of the mountains, with all his supplies set out before him. There was a slight chill in the breeze, hence the yellow scarf draped around his neck, but it was a rather comfortable little place, and as he hummed gently to himself, graphite gliding elegantly across pristine paper, he tried to block out his surroundings. However, the slight shifting of sand and pebbles off to his left made him perk up slightly, ears swiveling in the direction of the noise as he raised his head. After all this time - all those captures, all his training -, he’d developed a sharp mind when it came to detecting such things, and he licked his nose, amber chips resting upon the figure of a stranger. "Hey- can I help you?" he called as he got to his paws, hurrying in the other’s direction.
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Things had been a bit hectic for Pierce lately. With the whole thing with the Typhoon, his duties as Goldenblood, Clementine still being sick, and the thought of Riddlersgame constantly weighing on his shoulders, he’d been pretty stressed. So, he’d decided to take one day off to wander the territory, maybe pick a flower or two, and draw some pictures. He was laying down near the shore, at the base of the mountains, with all his supplies set out before him. There was a slight chill in the breeze, hence the yellow scarf draped around his neck, but it was a rather comfortable little place, and as he hummed gently to himself, graphite gliding elegantly across pristine paper, he tried to block out his surroundings. However, the slight shifting of sand and pebbles off to his left made him perk up slightly, ears swiveling in the direction of the noise as he raised his head. After all this time - all those captures, all his training -, he’d developed a sharp mind when it came to detecting such things, and he licked his nose, amber chips resting upon the figure of a stranger. "Hey- can I help you?" he called as he got to his paws, hurrying in the other’s direction.
"speech"
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