05-07-2019, 02:27 PM
[div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: heiti sc; font-size: 8pt;"]> CONRÍ Ó FAOLÁIN | current track ♪ | interacting. . . | ![[Image: zgR219p.png]](https://i.imgur.com/zgR219p.png)
The youth had kept himself busy exploring most days, discovering every nook and cranny he could find. Knowing the land was extremely important. Yet the boy grew bored quickly by himself, finding stumbling paws returning to the place Elysium called camp, eyes brightening like stars when he spotted a familiar wolf and Straw.
He practically shot himself over, nearly skidding into his older sister. Sharply, his ears perked, taking a brief, almost analytical stock of the situation. A lopsided grin took over his face. "'s this a game?" Just asking things didn't seem very fun, but Lilja seemed invested already.
A crush? Conri knew what crushes were, only he'd never found the topic very relevant. Back when it was just him and his siblings, there was no one to crush on. He bounced on his paws absently, eyes bouncing to and from his sister and Straw. Strategically speaking, Lilja was on a good track -- always know the social lay of the land just as the physical. Perhaps he was simply overthinking this.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question too?" He tilted his head slightly to one side, conscious of his ears flopping over as well. "What's yer favorite color?" It was nice to keep things simple sometimes.
[align=right]— you will remember me for centuries
The youth had kept himself busy exploring most days, discovering every nook and cranny he could find. Knowing the land was extremely important. Yet the boy grew bored quickly by himself, finding stumbling paws returning to the place Elysium called camp, eyes brightening like stars when he spotted a familiar wolf and Straw.
He practically shot himself over, nearly skidding into his older sister. Sharply, his ears perked, taking a brief, almost analytical stock of the situation. A lopsided grin took over his face. "'s this a game?" Just asking things didn't seem very fun, but Lilja seemed invested already.
A crush? Conri knew what crushes were, only he'd never found the topic very relevant. Back when it was just him and his siblings, there was no one to crush on. He bounced on his paws absently, eyes bouncing to and from his sister and Straw. Strategically speaking, Lilja was on a good track -- always know the social lay of the land just as the physical. Perhaps he was simply overthinking this.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question too?" He tilted his head slightly to one side, conscious of his ears flopping over as well. "What's yer favorite color?" It was nice to keep things simple sometimes.
[align=right]— you will remember me for centuries
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｢ IF MY ARMOR BREAKS I'LL FUSE IT BACK TOGETHER ｣
battle symphony, please just don't give up on me
[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;letter-spacing:.1px;margin-top:-3px;margin-bottom:5px;"]conrí ó faoláin. fae squad. soldier boy. elysium. information.