its too cold for this sms enabled pocketwatch nonsense horseshit so imma keep this short one i need a wildlife expert if black and white bears or satanic poopless ear creatures frequent these parts i am OUTIE and two notto thissu bullshit again exposit at me homeskills i got a train home to catch
Action: Streets, Bad Weather
[Snow. Why did it have to be snow.
Dave's not sure what kind of world this is, so he makes his concessions to gravity and trudges, grouchily, through the slowly building drifts. He's at least dressed for the weather--Kalos gets its fair share of wet PokéEuropean skycrap--but he doesn't have to like it.
And his heart is buzzing terribly behind his ribs. Where's Silver. Where's Ryoji. Why can't he get in contact with Meridiana.
His steps quicken, but, between his anxious haste and the sunglasses on his nose (yes, even in the dark, even in winter), he doesn't see the black ice forming on the cobblestones--]
Shit!
[--And somersaults head over heels through the air like a champion.
But he doesn't fall. For a second, anyone watching might see him hover suspended mid-air like some kind of ghost. He alights carefully, holding his shirtfront with one hand and the other shoved into his pocket for warmth, trying to recover his lost poise, then glances around out the corner of his eye, shamefacedly, to see if anyone saw that.]
Dave Strider | Homestuck | Dangan Roleplay CRAU
its too cold for this sms enabled pocketwatch nonsense horseshit so imma keep this short
one
i need a wildlife expert
if black and white bears or satanic poopless ear creatures frequent these parts i am OUTIE
and two
notto thissu bullshit again
exposit at me homeskills i got a train home to catch
Action: Streets, Bad Weather
[Snow. Why did it have to be snow.
Dave's not sure what kind of world this is, so he makes his concessions to gravity and trudges, grouchily, through the slowly building drifts. He's at least dressed for the weather--Kalos gets its fair share of wet PokéEuropean skycrap--but he doesn't have to like it.
And his heart is buzzing terribly behind his ribs. Where's Silver. Where's Ryoji. Why can't he get in contact with Meridiana.
His steps quicken, but, between his anxious haste and the sunglasses on his nose (yes, even in the dark, even in winter), he doesn't see the black ice forming on the cobblestones--]
Shit!
[--And somersaults head over heels through the air like a champion.
But he doesn't fall. For a second, anyone watching might see him hover suspended mid-air like some kind of ghost. He alights carefully, holding his shirtfront with one hand and the other shoved into his pocket for warmth, trying to recover his lost poise, then glances around out the corner of his eye, shamefacedly, to see if anyone saw that.]