#stcrmesque

[dreamscoped-blog1]

      “I mean... 

        Normally, I would excuse myself into thinking you’re a bird hence me trying to do a little practice shot, but I can’t really use that as an excuse when I’m programmed to actually have a sort of accuracy up so I probably should have not said that prior. 

      Whoops~?”

@stcrmesque  || s.c.

[grownupkiss]

          ❝ what... in the world is THAT ? ❞ / @stcrmesque

[chxosclown]

@stcrmesque bought a ticket to the show!

The clown simply “Walked” around with no purpose what so ever. A little boring endeavor, but he has nothing else on his mind. Not interaction, not anything more then that. Even destroying everything about him sounded like a boring idea. What fun is there in destroying things that cannot fight back? What is chaos without death? Nothing. Chaos without death is nothing. The green eyes wonder in boredom. He almost searches for something and, or someone that would be able to help him with his problem of not being able to do anything. And that was indeed a problem. He lived for fun. And where there was no fun, he simply did not want to live. His own bizarre way of walking. Floating and pushing himself further by touching the ground with the tips of his toes and then emulating a rather exaggerated walk. Anyone would notice such a bright figure, especially in these surroundings. Perhaps they will approach first?