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i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
ooc|| here ya go!<3 Whisper Beach. Oh, and Gig is optime like usual.
Fear would not hold him back. He would not allow himself to fall into a self-indulging pit simply because he had been kicked around by a couple of bitches. Although he found himself suddenly cautious around borders he might've ignored before, and going out of his way to avoid Dalia's, Giggle knew it would be unhealthy for him to obsess. So the coyote headed off from Inferni, in his possession a copy of a how to speak Italian book and a small journal, with self-made covers. He was comfortable in his skin although still bitterly wished the purple was gone (even if Tal loved it).
A worn sign greeted him on his way to Whisper Beach. He barely glanced at it, but continued forward until he reached the silky sands. Giggle thought his favorite thing about this place (that was, all the packs and the neutral territories combined) were the beaches. The ocean was fine, but he loved the sandy expanses, devoid of trees and bushes. Since his arrival at Inferni, the hybrid had set about making himself more useful and had devoted much of his time to the library he had met Corona in. Fishing was something he had wanted to try, but he had no boat- and with his right arm still out of commission, it was out of the question. For now, he'd have to settle for reading.
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