Jun 9, 2016
{ @margaritomancy }
“Alright, now where am I?”
The scarred woman looked around, trying to figure out where her portal had dumped her. The surroundings seemed friendly enough, the environment consisting of pastel hues and peaceful shades.
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{ @margaritomancy }
“Alright, now where am I?”
The scarred woman looked around, trying to figure out where her portal had dumped her. The surroundings seemed friendly enough, the environment consisting of pastel hues and peaceful shades.
closed with @margaritomancy
A large, exuberant grin was plastered on the six fingered man’s face as he strolled through the bustling, summer warmed streets of the town. He couldn’t hide his excitement, and he didn’t want to. Being there, among the sand and surf and salt made him feel 10 years old again. It was his brother’s idea to take a bit of a vacation and while Stanford had been against it at first, all thoughts of apprehension were wiped from his face at the first sight of the water.
His head swiveled left and right, eyes taking in all the sights they could. Little restaurants here and there, tourist attractions and shops. It made him downright giddy to think of all the things he and Stanley would be able to do there and for a brief moment, the thought of even settling down there had crossed his mind. He couldn’t dwell on it for too long, though. Not when he was suddenly stumbling forward, his foot caught between someone else’s and nearly causing the two to topple over.
“Are you alright? I’m sorry. I should’ve been watching where I was going,”
//margaritomancy: ▄
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ▄ = telling them a joke .
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The nun’s brows furrowed in confusion at the other’s words, unsure of what they just said to her. “Why would a duck be drinking in a bar?” She asked in all seriousness, “they do not consume alcoholic beverages or carry money, for that matter.”