cover you when the sky comes crashing in
His keen, sharp eyes watched over the rest of the crowd too; and only because of Wessex’s prior antics. But he stepped in line amongst them, holding onto the created plushie, initiating great strides forward once it came to his turn. His gaze swept over the creature – no idea what it was – but presented the overly fat, pillow-like form of the seal anyway.
Then he spoke, words coming from his mouth that he never thought he’d utter. “This might be good for a cuddle,” Ever again. “When you are in a muddle.” Complete with his impassive, stoic features.
Thereafter, he wandered back to his group, awaiting whatever verdict was to come.
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Deimos offers his self-made very fat seal plushie.
Then he spoke, words coming from his mouth that he never thought he’d utter. “This might be good for a cuddle,” Ever again. “When you are in a muddle.” Complete with his impassive, stoic features.
Thereafter, he wandered back to his group, awaiting whatever verdict was to come.
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Deimos offers his self-made very fat seal plushie.
DEIMOS
