#bubblybiter

[karmicgold]

Jeff has been dutifully following Adam around. What for? Waiting for him to sit! Jeff them jumps into Adam's lap and curls up. It's break time. It's mandatory.

i  think  it  worked.

[herswxrd]

c...

cute...

[quartarcade]

@bubblybiter jeff is now REAL!!

[topranged]

Jeff is handing her his license and registration. It's just a photo ID of him that says he is a good boy and he is a boy and his favourite food is 'Yes'.

three years in jail with no bail nor parole due to cuteness.

[novaragno]

[hexsreality]

@bubblybiter inquired: Jeff has been staring at Wanda, trying to figure out how in the worlds she can float. He's tilting his head left, right, looking up, down, reaching under her feet- nope, she's not standing on anything. "Rrrrm?"

Unprompted Ask ⤷ Always Accepting!

Wanda could feel eyes watching her, something she had long grown accustomed to due to her line of work. However, these eyes didn't belong to a human. She turned her head in either direction to look for whoever was watching her. Wanda was almost about to give up when she heard a soft sound. It prompted her to look down at where the noise came from. To her surprise, it was Jeff the Land Shark. Her ruby lips upturned into a soft smile as she continued to levitate above him. "Are you curious about how I do this, little one?" She tilted her head as she came down to Jeff's level but was still levitating a few inches away from the ground.

[hexsreality]

Lyric Starter Post ⤷ Always Accepting!!

❝ Now I know how Joan of Arc felt ❞

☽◯☾┄─ @bubblybiter || The Smiths-Bigmouth Strikes Again ᗢ

[iobartach]

@bubblybiter // starter call

"It's over here?" Gesture and emphatic emphasis had been the corner stones of their conversations, helped along, when necessarily, by the translation program LYLA had loaded onto his wrist device. With Jeff in front, Miguel had followed the friendly fish's lead, not yet certain on where he was going to end up, but it didn't take long to find out.

In an area of the megacity, where concrete and neon gave way to a fast-flowing canal, they stopped short of the water's edge, where their gazes are left to wander across the surface to the problem at hand. Though trees were an uncommon sight in Nueva York, given a recent storm some branches had appeared to break off and collect together as floating debris at a point in the canal's rushing course.

From a distance, such was easy to dismiss, but, following the urging of more yips from the curious creature wedged between his feet, and the defiant pointing of a tiny clawed finger at the mess urged the Society's leader to look closer, observing in turn an object of interest, tangled in the branches; an orange Frisbee!

"And you're positive that's your one?" Tossed wide by the carefree hand of a fellow Spider, who, along with a few others, had been spending the afternoon playing with the landshark, Miguel, when approached (all appealed to) had extended an offer of help. Something that, upon closer inspection of the canal's depths, he was beginning to consider rescinding!

"I could just buy you a new one instead, you know that, right?"