12-06-2018, 02:17 PM
Moving day, moving day. Amparo didn’t have any luggage besides that trusty canteen that she had managed to, once again, loop the strap carefully around her little body so it dangled against her side and irked her only a little bit when it knocked against her. She kept an eye on thise around her, instinctively considering the bigger members to be more of a threat than a helping force (I can carry my own stuff, don’t trample me!), and it wasn’t long (barely five minutes) before she piped up.
“[color=#6babb3]A-A-Are we, uh, th-there yet?”
“[color=#6babb3]A-A-Are we, uh, th-there yet?”
[glow=black,2,400]and if you need to curse my name, curse me good[/glow]
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