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
Yeah, a sunburn. Caly says defiantly, huffing a sound as her ears flick backwards, twitching with the interruption of how he brushes her pale fur behind her ear. Her golden gaze peers up at Vesper from the water as her tail curls around her body, her front paws flexing on the stone beneath them in the hot springs, feeling the slick curve of wet rock. Can’t do much’ve that yet. Maybe I’ll go ’n see mom about somethin’ hot. She’d take some time to think about what it was she wanted, but for now?
He flicks water in her face after the playful chastising to her ear and the grumble of a growl slips past her throat, whiskers twitching in the hopes that it might tickle against her brother’s skin with the movement before she’s pressing forward to headbutt him affectionately in the middle of his chest. Yeah. But y’know when you’re gettin’ it, right? You’re cold ’n cold until your fingers turn black. The pouting tone remains. I reckon I’d rather be the kind that y’don’t notice til you’re done havin’ fun and then it hurts.
He flicks water in her face after the playful chastising to her ear and the grumble of a growl slips past her throat, whiskers twitching in the hopes that it might tickle against her brother’s skin with the movement before she’s pressing forward to headbutt him affectionately in the middle of his chest. Yeah. But y’know when you’re gettin’ it, right? You’re cold ’n cold until your fingers turn black. The pouting tone remains. I reckon I’d rather be the kind that y’don’t notice til you’re done havin’ fun and then it hurts.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
