07-29-2019, 02:34 AM
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letting his tail flick, he would raise a paw to run over the top of what little mane he had before gingerly wrapping up the blanket again and pushing himself to his paws. he wanted to hand them out of course, let people pick their own bouguet and all that. he set up the blanket in an open area and ummed. "would anyone like a bouquet?" he called a bit softly, not wanting to disturb anyone.
[glow=#000,1,400]WHO'S WEAPON IS HIS WORD, HE WILL KILL YOU WITH HIS TONGUE, O LEI, O LAI, O LORD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 13px;"]since he had joined- and after a long nap in the coolest area he could find- poetking felt he needed to thank the people who had so kindly taken him in by giving them gifts.. but he wasn't very crafty, and his only real skill was trying to come up with a strategy for wars that may never happen. so, he had settled with picking as many wild flowers as he could and toting them back in a blanket he had found. he set the blanket on the porch of the house he had claimed, starting to sort them out and wrap up a few bouquets. letting his tail flick, he would raise a paw to run over the top of what little mane he had before gingerly wrapping up the blanket again and pushing himself to his paws. he wanted to hand them out of course, let people pick their own bouguet and all that. he set up the blanket in an open area and ummed. "would anyone like a bouquet?" he called a bit softly, not wanting to disturb anyone.