That, uh. That would the sound of her throwing up on the shore. What a lovely first impression. ] -ne.
So fine. The most fine. [ A quiet ugh sounds from her before she's looking up at this kind stranger through a mop of blond hair. Her dogs (eight of them, if he happens to count) have already swarmed the man curiously. Their tails wag slow, snuffling and sniffing him all about.
Rose moves her mess of curls out of her face, getting a better look at him and him probably getting a better look at her. ] M'not hurt, just nauseous. How about you, dude?
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That, uh. That would the sound of her throwing up on the shore. What a lovely first impression. ] -ne.
So fine. The most fine. [ A quiet ugh sounds from her before she's looking up at this kind stranger through a mop of blond hair. Her dogs (eight of them, if he happens to count) have already swarmed the man curiously. Their tails wag slow, snuffling and sniffing him all about.
Rose moves her mess of curls out of her face, getting a better look at him and him probably getting a better look at her. ] M'not hurt, just nauseous. How about you, dude?