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
"Ooooh," she hums out loudly, pausing her efforts for a moment to fully embrace the image of him as the large raptor. It's the Thunderbird that really gets her attention though, and she stalks down the hallway with broom in hand to get her eyes back on him properly. "A Thunderbird?" she echoes to him, 'brows lifted as she leans unhelpfully against a wall. "That could be big and strong enough to pull someone probably," she muses with an idea sparking behind her eyes, an amused tilt finding the corner of part of her lips. "Like skijoring, but, revised." She has never personally, skijored, but she's seen the sport once or twice.
As if catching herself suddenly amid her daydreams she pushes off the wall and returns to her sweeping, mulling over the Hellhound prospect with a bit less deviousness, but no lack of enthusiasm. So far, besides the bear, nothing seemed very rodeo-worthy. She's not even sure bears can buck. "You'll show up all the cattle dogs and give them inferiority complexes," she teases, flashing him a sly look, suggesting she wouldn't mind the chaos one bit. Might regret it afterwards when she has the repercussions to deal with, but it's fun enough to think about now, and always worth trying at least once, just to see what the fuck actually happens.
"So that's four shifts, how many more do you have?" How many more chances to attempt to slot him into feature schemes?
As if catching herself suddenly amid her daydreams she pushes off the wall and returns to her sweeping, mulling over the Hellhound prospect with a bit less deviousness, but no lack of enthusiasm. So far, besides the bear, nothing seemed very rodeo-worthy. She's not even sure bears can buck. "You'll show up all the cattle dogs and give them inferiority complexes," she teases, flashing him a sly look, suggesting she wouldn't mind the chaos one bit. Might regret it afterwards when she has the repercussions to deal with, but it's fun enough to think about now, and always worth trying at least once, just to see what the fuck actually happens.
"So that's four shifts, how many more do you have?" How many more chances to attempt to slot him into feature schemes?
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.
