03-13-2020, 10:09 PM
[div style="margin: auto; text-align: right; padding-right: 14%; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; max-width: 600px; margin-top: 40px; font-family: georgia; color: #abbde2;"]I can't imagine how my life would be.
If all your gravity did not hit me
[div style="margin: auto; background-color: #040c23; max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; padding-right: 6%; padding-left: 6%;color: #abbde2;"]Now she was just asking for it.
Since her talons were connected to wings, and her wings were connected to her shoulder and, obviously, connected to her neck and so on and so forth. It'd only take a few steps to smack her had and make her hit her snout on the floor. A snicker dripped from his lips. "You had dust on you," he shrugged. The man glanced up at Aslisk, a smile plastered to his face. "Don't you want to be clean?"
Continuing his sweep, Julian made sure to sweep at the spot she had pointed to; just in case she had been right. "Well this place was starting to look and smell like a shithole and dried lavender so," setting his hands and chin on the broom, Julian balanced his weight on it as he stopped sweeping to look at her. "I thought i'd make it a bit more.." Julian tapped his chin dramatically. "Roomy?"
Finishing the last corner Julian layed the broom by the hickory bookshelf, books and viles and bowls adorned the shelves along with his flower crowns, red beetle broach, and an odd blue filled vile. Maybe he should clean the entire place? Maybe it'd be good for him; keep him from sleeping for two days strait. "Well if it keeps me from hibernating, then hell," he joked. "I'll clean this place top to bottom. Maybe find out what's behind that other bookshelf in the West Wing."