02-21-2020, 10:55 PM
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Charlot didn't really vibe with hot weather. Sure, the coin had landed on heads, but he had no clue just how hot it would be. He thought it'd be like a, y'know, 'hot' clan, so they'd just spend a bit more time indoor but no, instead it was Hell 2.0 and he wanted to die. 'Well I for one, think that skin cancer would be fun.' The albino retorted to his, also albino, brother. 'If we get supes lucky, we could get eaten by a vulture
' How did he send a smiley face? only god knows. It wasn't fun to be up at this time. Charlot was usually still sleeping in his nice bed in the dark, cool basement, with its silky sheets and thick mat. why? well because, as you know, early to bed and early to rise makes you a little bitch and he wasn't one of those.
"Aphrodite can only go so damn fast, big bro." Charlot said with a slight scowl, lifting his head from his sprawled position to stare at the dude beside him. "bruh, no!" He yelped as a face got pressed into his side, nearly rolling him off the swaying back of their steed. "Not vibin!" The sand was hotter than Aphrodite's back, he'd touched the grainy stuff once and that was enough for his precious paws. He'd rather be able to use them in the future than have them burned off tryna get into this hot-ass place.
They were stopped. Why? ah, it smelled and there was a head off to the side. Wait. there.. was a head. "Big bro, cool it with the beggin' n stop being a loser long enough to see the.. fascinating decapitated head over there." It was old and like.. baked by the sun. Gross, it truly did not pass the vibe check. "But yeah, uh.." He paused to look at the head again. He'd seen enough of them in his books but this was gnarly. "If whoever is nearby would be gracious enough to let us into this clan, we would mucho appreciate it.". It couldn't be any worse than this.
Charlot didn't really vibe with hot weather. Sure, the coin had landed on heads, but he had no clue just how hot it would be. He thought it'd be like a, y'know, 'hot' clan, so they'd just spend a bit more time indoor but no, instead it was Hell 2.0 and he wanted to die. 'Well I for one, think that skin cancer would be fun.' The albino retorted to his, also albino, brother. 'If we get supes lucky, we could get eaten by a vulture
' How did he send a smiley face? only god knows. It wasn't fun to be up at this time. Charlot was usually still sleeping in his nice bed in the dark, cool basement, with its silky sheets and thick mat. why? well because, as you know, early to bed and early to rise makes you a little bitch and he wasn't one of those. "Aphrodite can only go so damn fast, big bro." Charlot said with a slight scowl, lifting his head from his sprawled position to stare at the dude beside him. "bruh, no!" He yelped as a face got pressed into his side, nearly rolling him off the swaying back of their steed. "Not vibin!" The sand was hotter than Aphrodite's back, he'd touched the grainy stuff once and that was enough for his precious paws. He'd rather be able to use them in the future than have them burned off tryna get into this hot-ass place.
They were stopped. Why? ah, it smelled and there was a head off to the side. Wait. there.. was a head. "Big bro, cool it with the beggin' n stop being a loser long enough to see the.. fascinating decapitated head over there." It was old and like.. baked by the sun. Gross, it truly did not pass the vibe check. "But yeah, uh.." He paused to look at the head again. He'd seen enough of them in his books but this was gnarly. "If whoever is nearby would be gracious enough to let us into this clan, we would mucho appreciate it.". It couldn't be any worse than this.
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ー ♥︎ charlot // pitt // [member=128]dragon-[/member]
is someone else in me, just waiting to break free?