#swamptrolls

[sleepytrolls]

Bites and bots.

You hated going to market, you hated everything about it, the sounds, the crowds, the people, the smells. Augh. It was all so very disgusting you couldn’t wait to leave. And you would leave! Eventually. As soon as this stupidly long line at the robotics store. It felt like you had been here forever. (Really it couldn’t have been more than ten minutes tops but still.) It felt like you had been here forever. Crossing your arms and hunching up and narrowed your gaze behind tinted lenses. Everyone around you was higher, you really shouldn’t be in this shop. It was making you so uncomfortable with all this unchecked privilege. 

[palztrolls]

Let's Just Talk

Navoon is a young ghost, a very simple yet experienced. She only grew more mature over the sweeps, watching the planet de/volve as she wrote her observations in her journal. One thing did grab her attention, another lime?! Just walking out and about? With their color showing and missing their hand? Navoon had to get closer, flying through walls she jumped toward the fellow mutant, her voice cracking as she spoke. "Be not afraid!"