-ariel is in the main room, lying on the couch trying to sleep-
-until she notices the floating moon in the room-
...?
-meanwhile outside in the woods, there is a... really fucking tall foldable ladder poking up from the woods-
-and someone is sitting on it-
edited 20th Mar '16 10:36:25 PM by Lilqueendaisy
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!-on the roof, a mime stands staring at the one on top of the ladder-
-a clown-
-no appreciation for artistry-
-how dull-
-the mime took a whiff of a cigarette that wasn't there... it was metaphor-
-ignorance to the arts was an addiction... like nicotine-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-he sits on the dangerously high ladder with a telescope and continues to search for something-
Ah my fishy friend, where could she be...?
-he continues to look around. until sees the mime sitting there, smoking-
-EGADS! have he no shame!? Smoking in public and ruining thy image!-
-how inferiating!-
-the clown stuffs his telescope in his sleeve and starts climbing down-
edited 20th Mar '16 10:49:53 PM by Lilqueendaisy
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!-he put out the non-existent cigarette, and made a silent huff, crossing his arms-
-he thought about picking up his bow-
-no, that would be overkill-
-this was a plebeian, undeserving of the artistry that comes from archery-
-no... a round of gold would have to do-
-he started to position himself to tee up... looking upon his clubs-that-weren't-there-
-he chose the driver-
-he liked it, it symbolized the driving force of human ambition as it sent the dreams of men out into the great beyond- whether to land in the green or in the sand pit, that was mankind's destiny. -
-he swung the driver that wasn't there- at the golf ball that wasn't there on the tee that wasn't there-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-halfway down his ladder is hit by the none-existent golfball and it tumbles down-
-the clown frowns and waves to the mime, then he hops off his latter and into the forest-
-seems like you taught him a lesson mister mime-
edited 20th Mar '16 11:00:37 PM by Lilqueendaisy
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!-he slowly gets up, wiping off the suit-
-it almost ruined his makeup-
-and that just wouldn't do-
-he huffed without a breath, looking down at the clown-
-he pointed at the clown and then stood to the side, as if commanding a firing squad that wasn't there-
-his mouth moved, without making words, a dramatic, stirring speech, one to cast guilt upon the clown-
-he then raises his hand and prepares to give the order for the nonexistent soldiers to fire-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-somehow the clown understands the movement of the mimes lips, maybe it because they both wear make up? who knows?-
-the clown bows his head in shame and guilt and feels around in his sleeve and pulls out... a small box wrapped in pretty ribbon with a balloon hanging off it-
edited 20th Mar '16 11:21:58 PM by Lilqueendaisy
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!-He bends over dramatically-
-going to lift open the gift-
-he pries it with his fingers a little, and then makes a silent 'Ha!' gesture, and shakes his head at the clown as if feeling in the position of being the smarter party-
-he holds it out as far from him as possible, before he slowly lifts the lid off-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

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