04-02-2011, 10:33 PM
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Es all good. <3 wc:323
The continuous rapping of his stick against the wall resounded with the faintest of echoes throughout the large cavern that made up Anathema’s common room. While it didn’t make the same weird clinking noise he had heard before, the action created its own unique noise that still pleased the boy. Who knew that the walls could make so much noise? He was sure glad that he decided to go out on his adventure instead of staying with sleepy-head Agony. He would have to tell her all about it and make her jealous. Then she would have to follow him on his adventures from now on, right? The thought was another cheerful one for the optimistic puppy.
The noise up above that had inspired his own actions came to an abrupt halt, and after another vigorous swing of the stick or two, Jackson ceased his own noise-making. The blue-eyed boy stared up at the lady beside him, who smiled down at him and said hello with some funny sounding words. With the stick still held tightly in his jaws, the boy returned her greeting with the silent and vigorous wagging of his spotted tail. When the strange clinking noise sounded again, this time without any pounding on the walls, the boy’s eyes widened. His floppy ears did their best to perk up and pinpoint the noise, and after a moment he determined that it had come from the loops around the woman’s wrist.
The stranger spoke again and dropped down to the ground. The hybrid boy eyed the woman’s bracelets for another silent moment before turning his gaze to her smiling face. He opened his mouth to speak, promptly dropping his stick. He scrambled to stand over it protectively, and once satisfied, he returned his attention to the other. “I’s not leetle,” he protested in his best approximation of her unfamiliar accent. “I’s Jackson,” the boy stated proudly, beaming up at the strange lady.
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HIDE YOUR INNOCENCE BEFORE THEY SEE RIGHT THROUGH
Es all good. <3 wc:323
The continuous rapping of his stick against the wall resounded with the faintest of echoes throughout the large cavern that made up Anathema’s common room. While it didn’t make the same weird clinking noise he had heard before, the action created its own unique noise that still pleased the boy. Who knew that the walls could make so much noise? He was sure glad that he decided to go out on his adventure instead of staying with sleepy-head Agony. He would have to tell her all about it and make her jealous. Then she would have to follow him on his adventures from now on, right? The thought was another cheerful one for the optimistic puppy.
The noise up above that had inspired his own actions came to an abrupt halt, and after another vigorous swing of the stick or two, Jackson ceased his own noise-making. The blue-eyed boy stared up at the lady beside him, who smiled down at him and said hello with some funny sounding words. With the stick still held tightly in his jaws, the boy returned her greeting with the silent and vigorous wagging of his spotted tail. When the strange clinking noise sounded again, this time without any pounding on the walls, the boy’s eyes widened. His floppy ears did their best to perk up and pinpoint the noise, and after a moment he determined that it had come from the loops around the woman’s wrist.
The stranger spoke again and dropped down to the ground. The hybrid boy eyed the woman’s bracelets for another silent moment before turning his gaze to her smiling face. He opened his mouth to speak, promptly dropping his stick. He scrambled to stand over it protectively, and once satisfied, he returned his attention to the other. “I’s not leetle,” he protested in his best approximation of her unfamiliar accent. “I’s Jackson,” the boy stated proudly, beaming up at the strange lady.
YOU MUSTN'T DISAPPOINT THEM