by major tom » Fri Nov 27, 2009 6:12 am
((Okay, thanks.))
Aaron scooped ice cream into his mouth absently, lost in thought. The cheap plastic spoon snapped when he accidentaly bit it. A sliver stuck his tounge and he cursed loudly, forgetting that there were little kids here. It didn't quite draw blood, but it hurt. He ignored the pain for a moment and got up to throw the spoon away and get another one. When he returned, his parents looked angry. Crap, Aaron thought as he waited for the downpour.
My name is Tiger, and your name is not Tiger, and I'm here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff. A few of my interests include science fiction, video games, comic books, girl bands, wearing too much eye makeup, and dismantling the patriarchy. My preferred required pronouns are they/them/their.