11-24-2020, 04:12 PM
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Padding forward to the event that his older brother had planned out, Torsten quickly grabbed one of the bands, tying it around his waist quickly, pulling it tight to make sure that it wouldn't fall off his small frame, before turning to face those that had gathered around, waiting and watching in preperation to didge any attack that would come his way.
He would try, at least.
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[div style="max-width: 500px; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;line-height:16px;text-indent:30px;"]Tag was something that Torsten had never played, at least to his knowledge. Young as he was and as much as he played with his siblings, so far, they hadn't thought of playing something like this. He knew what tag was - what child didn't? - so understood the rules for this new version of it for the most part. Padding forward to the event that his older brother had planned out, Torsten quickly grabbed one of the bands, tying it around his waist quickly, pulling it tight to make sure that it wouldn't fall off his small frame, before turning to face those that had gathered around, waiting and watching in preperation to didge any attack that would come his way.
He would try, at least.