PHOEBE
Hushed, quiet - these were not words to describe the triplets as they went racing through the muddy streets, chasing the moving substance in a raucous herd. Behind them, Phoebe hurried along, doing her best to to keep up. "Boys! Get out of that!" she shouted at them as they went sliding along like a slip-n-slide. As for Pim? Well. Pim was home napping. He didn't like how the mud got all over his pretty scales.As the boys went slipping and slidding through the streets though, they came to an abrupt halt as they slid in one muddy pile into rooted legs. Grumbles and shouts accompanied the hit, until 3 pairs of wide blue eyes staired up at Deimos. Well. 2 pairs. The third were a bit hard to see behind the mud covered glasses.
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
