#tracer;

[freelancerptsd]

I still tag Gavin in things knowing he never checks my blog.

[pxlicedogs]

the-out-of-order-pirate Tracer was sitting at her post in Pirate's Cove, to the right of the curtain, like always. Wondering what time it was, she looked around. It was awfully quiet in here, and he brother, Tracker, was nowhere to be found. She then glanced to the curtain beside her. She hadn't seen the fox yet tonight, which was a bit strange, as she knew the others were already active and moving about. There wasn't a way to sneak out the back, right...? "F-Fo-Foxy? A-Ar-re you in th-there?" She asked, quitetly, her voice shorting out something terrible.