08-05-2019, 10:21 PM
the junkyard was also someplace he had never step foot in but primarily because of its name. it was a junk yard and he could only imagine the type of vermin it attracted. he couldn't tell which sort of adventure would be less dangerous to the girl. a junkyard full of potential rabid animals or territorial rats and scraps of metal lying around? or a mysterious crater that has a strong possibility of radioactivity and mutated creatures?
perhaps they were both fruits of danger from the same tree.
"we go to crater. protect you." mikolaj confirmed, his tail flicking as he stepped off the porch. "moth okay to walk? rest on shoulders?" it could be quite a distance for the young girl. he'd hate to see her burn out just before the actual adventure began.
"SPEECH"
perhaps they were both fruits of danger from the same tree.
"we go to crater. protect you." mikolaj confirmed, his tail flicking as he stepped off the porch. "moth okay to walk? rest on shoulders?" it could be quite a distance for the young girl. he'd hate to see her burn out just before the actual adventure began.
"SPEECH"