12-15-2018, 03:39 PM
More about Santa. It seemed ever since he arrived he hadn't stopped hearing about the mythical figure. He didn't really mind, though. He still didn't quite understand the tradition but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Whoever Santa was or had been, he seemed to bring a lot of people joy and Clarence couldn't argue with that. He was all for anything that made people happier and he was glad that he'd come off the Queen Charlotte to be put in a world so full of happiness. It was a stark contrast to the barren walls of the ship, even when he'd had a few friends there. However, he did have to admit it made him miss his own family. He wished he could be with his mother and Christine, but he couldn't allow himself to think like that right now. He would just live in the moment and be happy now, as much as he could be. He told himself that one day, eventually, he would see them again. He didn't know how or where but he couldn't bear the thought he might never see them again. It was easier to believe he would, even if it was a lie.
The man moved forward and grabbed some paper, as well as a pen and carefully filled it out. It was so strange to write as an animal but he went slow, trying to make sure the words were at least legible. He wrote:
NAME: Clarence W. Aston
WANTS / LIKES: Chocolate, sweets, candy, music, those little disks that go in the glowing machine that shows actors on stages and has music, books.
HATES / CANNOT HAVE: Nothing.
OTHER (if applicable): Nothing.
The man moved forward and grabbed some paper, as well as a pen and carefully filled it out. It was so strange to write as an animal but he went slow, trying to make sure the words were at least legible. He wrote:
NAME: Clarence W. Aston
WANTS / LIKES: Chocolate, sweets, candy, music, those little disks that go in the glowing machine that shows actors on stages and has music, books.
HATES / CANNOT HAVE: Nothing.
OTHER (if applicable): Nothing.
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BLOOD LUST IN A HOLY WAR