09-23-2020, 01:56 AM
I GUESS THERE'S A LOT OF
[align=center]STUFF WE DON'T KNOW
ABOUT EACHOTHER.
franklin t.p. — the typhoon — coyote pup
There was something all of Michael's kids were known for: running amuck and causing all sorts of trouble. Franklin dashed towards those gathered, snickering as he went. A toilet paper roll was clasped in his mouth, the paper long gone. As he looked forward and saw he was rapidly approaching the duo, he slowed to a trot, smirking around the cardboard. As he finally reached the pair, he spat out the cardboard and grinned.
"She's right! You smell gross!" he commented, wrinkling his muzzle at the smell. He stuck his tongue out at the stranger, squinting his eyes in a playful expression. His attention jumped to the same bow Alia was examining. He moved to sniff at it, lifting a paw to bat at it. "What's it worth?" asked the clear child of Michael, turning clouded eyes at towards the tangler's face. His right eye stared aimlessly while his left attempted to focus.
"She's right! You smell gross!" he commented, wrinkling his muzzle at the smell. He stuck his tongue out at the stranger, squinting his eyes in a playful expression. His attention jumped to the same bow Alia was examining. He moved to sniff at it, lifting a paw to bat at it. "What's it worth?" asked the clear child of Michael, turning clouded eyes at towards the tangler's face. His right eye stared aimlessly while his left attempted to focus.
PERCY
Flew up through the clouds at night was born to fight. Mythical, so mystical - think what you like. You could be the sword, the shield defender of the people down below, you know I fought for love. Be kind to those around ya' don't be merci less. Remember me for my name is Perseus.
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