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colour codes wrote:✿ - white - #ffffff
✿ - light brown - #e6c07a
✿ - mid brown - #b56d4c
✿ - dark brown - #9e522f
✿ - copper (eyes) - #f2b929
Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at.✿
Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat,
'cause everything else is obsolete.✿
Now a square with a horn,
can make you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he can set music back
to the caveman days.✿
I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing,
but a cat's the only cat
who knows how to swing.✿
Who wants to dig
a long-haired gig
or stuff like that?
When everybody wants to be a cat.✿
A square with that horn,
makes you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he's gonna set this music back
to the Stone Age days.✿
Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at;
while playin' jazz you always has a Welcome mat,
'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
Everybody digs a swingin' cat.✿ ✿✿✿ ✿








Personality...-
On Land- Seager has never felt quite right on land. Be it the humming of engines or the roar of a crowd, she's never fit in. Her friends are the seagulls that circle overhead and the starfish that cling to her boat. She doesn't need any associations with the real world, but when it comes down to it, there's no escaping reality- that she can't live on her boat (try as she might). Perhaps if she spent more time socializing with the throngs of people who parade along the streets of Scotland, her lifelong home, she would feel more comfortable. But she'd rather be sailing the day away. It's no wonder that after hours of solitude and blissful isolation, returning to solid ground can be quite overwhelming and scary for such a small bean. And so this is how Seager acts- small, overwhelmed, and afraid. ⚓
Out on the Ocean- Her short legs help to balance her against rough currents. Her petite size ensures that she will never rock the boat. Her curled eartips keep her ears dry. It isn't hard to see that the sea is where Seager belongs. Though her body might disagree (her seasickness is quite an unfortunate trait for such a bean), she is lulled by the tide and awakened by the ocean spray. It is where she reveals her true self, and where she can let go the everyday worries of life. Her small wooden boat is her oasis, her sacred haven. She wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world, though it is as small and unkempt as she is. But despite its small size she becomes very big in it, bigger and grander than any ocean. Because in that tiny boat she is free. ⚓Enya- Orinoco Flow wrote:We can reach, we can beach,
on the shores of Tripoli,
we can sail, we can sail
(sail away, sail away, sail away)
From Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea,
we can sail, we can sail
(sail away, sail away, sail away)
From Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon,
we can sail, we can sail
(sail away, sail away, sail away)
We can reach, we can beach,
far beyond the Yellow Sea,
we can sail, we can sail
(sail away, sail away, sail away)
From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
we can sail, we can sail.
(sail away, sail away, sail away)
We can sail, we can sail.


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