Sep 30, 2018
@infinite-xerath / @metalvsflesh
“...One of you lads is gonna have to speak up, I ain’t sure which o’ you is which.”
The blind ottrekin gestured in confusion roughly in the direction of the event managers and Xerath.
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@infinite-xerath / @metalvsflesh
“...One of you lads is gonna have to speak up, I ain’t sure which o’ you is which.”
The blind ottrekin gestured in confusion roughly in the direction of the event managers and Xerath.
(closed multi-rp)
@smokey-machine @rodizerprime
One warm summer day, Scarred sat inside his home, reading an intriguing book. He had only just gotten it and yet he was absorbed into it. It was about love triangles. His processor felt like it was a familiar subject to him.
NightSpeed played on the carpet in front of him, pretending that the cars were racing for an amazing prize, a big, beautiful flower! In truth, Scarred had brought the plant back for NightSpeed, to allow him to learn more about responsibility. Scarred still had no clue what happened to Fishy, the pet fish that SmokeScreen had given him. He rarely went into NightSpeed’s room mostly because NightSpeed was a tidy sparkling. One glance into his room and it was obvious that the berth was made and the floor was clean of toys.