don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how i feel
top of the world, but your world isn't real
top of the world, but your world isn't real
It can be kinda fun. Caly chimes playfully, flashing a bright feline smile as she trudges over to the next crate, peering into it to find a little sapphire hidden beneath a pile of old, moldy clothes. Dipping her paw into it to push away the clothes that are falling apart, she snags the little gemstone with an amused flick of her tail, dropping it into the pool of water to clean it up before she plucks it up with her maw.
Tilting her head to see the box the bird looks into, she can’t see the internals of it but she takes Lena’s word for it with a pulse of playful amusement from the tide jaguar as she wanders to a larger box that’s still closed. Prying it open with her paws and sharp claws, she immediately recoils as rotting fish begins to fall out of the box – hopping back as the scent and muck hit the air. Ugh, ew! She whines, pushing the box over entirely to close it up again as best she can with her shoulder to the opening, ears flattening against her skull as she gives it a wide berth.
Tilting her head to see the box the bird looks into, she can’t see the internals of it but she takes Lena’s word for it with a pulse of playful amusement from the tide jaguar as she wanders to a larger box that’s still closed. Prying it open with her paws and sharp claws, she immediately recoils as rotting fish begins to fall out of the box – hopping back as the scent and muck hit the air. Ugh, ew! She whines, pushing the box over entirely to close it up again as best she can with her shoulder to the opening, ears flattening against her skull as she gives it a wide berth.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
