by azhefa. » Mon Dec 17, 2012 10:09 am
Death ignores her and the bird, he swipes at a ball that had peanut butter stuck in holes.
Mala chuckles and shrugs a bit, "It's dried grasses, not bad really, but it tastes better if its fresh from the ground, the humans don't know that though." She tosses some at him playfully and shoves some into her mouth, starving.
pisces ● est/south eastern usa ● newly single
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current online hours: unknown, due to work
will be switching to night shift at the end of the month
going through it and doing my best
please have patience with me