-the lips close, and the teeth are no longer bared-
-but the smile is still wide-
-she gives a playful giggle-
Wyell, wyell. Now... oi wus gonna give you a lil' sticker- a star to say "Well done!" or "Yoos' a star!"
But oi guess, oi'll just settle for...
-she licks her thumb, and puts it on Gracia's forehead-
This!~
-to Mildred- Vhat- you mean genetic modification on somevone living? Zhis isn't zhe machine for zhat.
-to Alana- It... -frowns- It kinda is. It doesn't go zhat far though, as far as I've heard.
But ya, I don't blame Frau-Frau for acting zhat vay. Sadly, money talks.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Gracia stares up at her, cheeks hot with anger and despair-
... Thank you.
-Gritted teeth-
No seriously. Seriously, what?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Nooo problem.
This is for tryin!~
Becauwse, you know- life is loike a stickah.
Yoos put yer own meaning on the meaningless!
-smiles, beaming as she pulls the thumb back-
-to Mildred- Not here, no. I could get vone, zhough.
-nods to Alana- Vith vhat I have planned, she could probably earn more zhan a country's income.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOkay okay okay can we... start from the top?
... Alright...
You can... have the fruit.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?"I think she can help do that well enough. I have a kid to go track down and so help you if you start talking about her." They said, turning as they were leaving from Sharene to Atra midway through their sentence, holding up a threatening, pointed hand to her.
Atra held up her hands in submission as Eires walked by, stammering a bit and generally not communicating anything whatsoever.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Ah, ah, ah- not jus' me.
Anyone 'cause fruit is an importan' part of a 'ealthy diet!~
-nods with a smirk to Alana- Oh totally. Vhy- she'd be in politics. -menacing smile-
-to Mildred- Ist not zhat big of a deal, vhy are you so excited by zhe prospect?
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<Nevermind. That's space jargon. >
-The Andalite looks off to the main room's front door, his tail blade raised-
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