by shishou » Sun Dec 27, 2015 2:46 am
Tinsel//Crush:open//Mood:Worried
Tinsel sat there, in the branch, feeling cold, he couldn't see anything in the dim lights as he was unused to the night light. As he waited, he couldn't take it anymore, he jumped down, luckily landing on all fours. Didn't know it was this dark. He thought, at first he got a bit more used to the dim lights. Tinsel sat there sniffing the air as much as possible, he could smell another cast smell, seemed like it followed him, he spun around to find, a cat following him.
if i eated soap. i dont eat it bc i did. no i didnt 😝😝😝