Iskra
Ever on the lookout for a suitable group for Bingo reasons, it’s no extra effort to add ones for harassment too. Although watching the way her smile blooms, sometimes it’s a distraction that pulls him away from his hunt, as it does now. He expected there to be something damning behind her dislike for the cuddly wyrms.
”Maybe you’re in their paths, ever think about that?” He doesn’t fully know how the wyrms work, but maybe they have territories in the air spaces. Maybe they’re all just gunning for the same thermals. Game makes trails in the woods, the seas have current streams, it’d makle sense the skies have a pattern too, invisible as it might seem. His laughter lingers though, imagining her punting cloud creatures out of the way. ”Could always get a big ass horn and scare them with some honks,” he reasons, or maybe by now she enjoys plowing through them, an unspoken feud.
Rolling his eyes at the fact he has to admit ningos are useful, it’s with a certain amount of disdain that he admits they are. ”Unfortunately, yes. Their feathers are rather warming in clothes, and though they’re little, they make a nice snack.” Another thing Goose eats.
Nodding along with the idea that dragons form revenge pacts here, they wander that way, and he’s hopeful they’ll spy one and not come to regret it later. It’s then that he sees something on his bingo card. ”Mother babying the hell out of her grown son,” he remarks, firing off a point in the direction of the crowd while applying the sticker to his board, his grin relentless.
”Maybe you’re in their paths, ever think about that?” He doesn’t fully know how the wyrms work, but maybe they have territories in the air spaces. Maybe they’re all just gunning for the same thermals. Game makes trails in the woods, the seas have current streams, it’d makle sense the skies have a pattern too, invisible as it might seem. His laughter lingers though, imagining her punting cloud creatures out of the way. ”Could always get a big ass horn and scare them with some honks,” he reasons, or maybe by now she enjoys plowing through them, an unspoken feud.
Rolling his eyes at the fact he has to admit ningos are useful, it’s with a certain amount of disdain that he admits they are. ”Unfortunately, yes. Their feathers are rather warming in clothes, and though they’re little, they make a nice snack.” Another thing Goose eats.
Nodding along with the idea that dragons form revenge pacts here, they wander that way, and he’s hopeful they’ll spy one and not come to regret it later. It’s then that he sees something on his bingo card. ”Mother babying the hell out of her grown son,” he remarks, firing off a point in the direction of the crowd while applying the sticker to his board, his grin relentless.
Woke up drunk at 10 a.m.—we gon' do this shit again
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
