03-22-2020, 12:30 AM
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Moving a paw up towards his nose to wipe away the snot beginning to build, the child would look towards Aphra, listening to her words, and thinking. "'M not sure... I think I kinda washed up." He'd speak, head tilting down as he tried to think. Nothing. No memory of anything other than Christopher, and the fact that he missed him.
✰ WINNIE OF THE TYPHOON ✰
[div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font: times new roman; font-size: 11px; color: white; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 15px;text-indent: 30px;"]When he'd washed up on shore, the bear hadn't expected to be swarmed by others so soon, which is why, when the first to come over had touched his nose and spoken, the bear's head was suddenly up, eyes opening to a pained squint as he fought back tears, before there was suddenly a kick to his behind, and the tears would come forward. "Wh-what did I do?" the ten month old would sob out, ears pinning to his head as he moved to stand up and scoot over, trying to avoid the younger children there, avoid getting kicked once more.Moving a paw up towards his nose to wipe away the snot beginning to build, the child would look towards Aphra, listening to her words, and thinking. "'M not sure... I think I kinda washed up." He'd speak, head tilting down as he tried to think. Nothing. No memory of anything other than Christopher, and the fact that he missed him.