EMPIRE ANTS ⟡ o, seashell hunting

[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 45%; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;opacity: 0.7;text-indent: 30px;"]Paws too big for his body carried Torsten over to the sandy beach of the Typhoon, watching for a moment as Finnegan spoke to Harland, waddling his way over quickly soon after. "I wanna shell too Finny." The child would state matter-of-factly, head tilting slightly as he soon sat down, looking down at his paws and the sand as he worked his way through the small grains. "Can you help me?"

He would stand up again, looking towards his brother hopefully before speaking once more, "I want a green one, if we can find it."