COLT
Got a head full of noise
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
Her lips slide into a satisfied line when she guesses correctly, glancing over her shoulder from the bookcase to where he lingers down the hall. She leans back a bit, but can't see him, though his voice carries down fine enough, tempting for more guesses. At this, she pulls a face full of disbelief. "I most certainly am not," she calls back with a bit of a sing-song lilt. She sighs as she flips more of the books into the proper order, thinking as a finger trails along each spine like a stick along a fence line.
"No hints?" she asks, mulling over whatever other creatures he could be with less success. Maybe a buffalo, equally gruffy and dangerous in their own right, and a touch more stubborn and ornery. She's worked with some a time or two, and they're smarter than cattle, which usually means more troublesome. She prefers her walking burgers to be a little bit stupid, makes them easier to handle, even if it also means they get themselves tangled in utterly stupid and completely avoidable situations.
Hmmm. She wanders away from the books once she's satisfied they're complete, grabbing for her broom again to keep knocking loose dust and cobwebs as she meanders the way he went. "Penguin! Since you live here." He could personally serve as a sled for his son.
"No hints?" she asks, mulling over whatever other creatures he could be with less success. Maybe a buffalo, equally gruffy and dangerous in their own right, and a touch more stubborn and ornery. She's worked with some a time or two, and they're smarter than cattle, which usually means more troublesome. She prefers her walking burgers to be a little bit stupid, makes them easier to handle, even if it also means they get themselves tangled in utterly stupid and completely avoidable situations.
Hmmm. She wanders away from the books once she's satisfied they're complete, grabbing for her broom again to keep knocking loose dust and cobwebs as she meanders the way he went. "Penguin! Since you live here." He could personally serve as a sled for his son.
Got the wind in my hair
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
