04-24-2018, 10:12 AM
belladonna was given a reproachful three-eyed staredown because valo-kas expected the worst. expected to be harangued for indulging (to put it very lightly) in something as pussy as poetry. they pressed at the ground with dull little claws readying some kind of vicious, nonsensical retort to a host of imagined insults and jabs, but she was civil because of course she was because this was ultimately only a big deal in valo’s head. they were aware of that but that awareness didn’t do shit to assuage their anxiety.
“[color=salmon]um. yeah. just...this is a huge mess. thank you for, um. owning a basket.” a basket would be several times more useful than their own mouth. “[color=salmon]i wouldn’t really pay attention to the uh, words. they’re- uh, like it’s not the most thrilling stuff. just ball it up and, y’know.”
“[color=salmon]um. yeah. just...this is a huge mess. thank you for, um. owning a basket.” a basket would be several times more useful than their own mouth. “[color=salmon]i wouldn’t really pay attention to the uh, words. they’re- uh, like it’s not the most thrilling stuff. just ball it up and, y’know.”
[align=center][b]IF GOD DOESN’T LIKE UGLY
THEN GOD DOESN’T LIKE ANYBODY
THEN GOD DOESN’T LIKE ANYBODY