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“I think I’ve finally figured out this twitter thing.”
@ thedailybugle silk spotted stopping a man from running out into the street.





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“I think I’ve finally figured out this twitter thing.”
@ thedailybugle silk spotted stopping a man from running out into the street.
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“Hey, Jess.” Awkward. So awkward. Clint didn’t have the slightest idea what to say to her. “Um. So. What have you been up to?”
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Ska made her way through alley's and tops of buildings, her ears sharp and alert as her tail snapped back and forth every few second. She was looking for someone--searching for an old friend who had been banished to Earth years ago. Though she had been there so long she had probably learned to blend in; it would be hard to find her. However she did come across a strange scent, it almost smelled human was something was off.
And so she started towards it, changing shape into a humanoid form and holding out her hand to summon her bow and quiver as she approached the strange scent. She didn't let herself be known yet though, staying silent as a predator stalking its prey as she investigated what if was she might have found. Though from what she could tell from the figure it was simply a women in a strange full body suit.
Lips are eternally sealed (maybe) as the dip leading from the sole of his foot, to the heel of his foot drops comfortably to the resting space a chair (with paper stuffed under one of the legs to attempt halting it’s permanent wobble) offers him. This diner is dead, isn’t it? Lou likes it, he’s decided, but, why are you sitting next to him when the chair a few options away looks absolutely clean? He mumbles something audible, ketchup from sloppy eggs caught in the corner of his mouth,
“’m not gonna buy you anythin’.”