RP Sample
Schrodinger fluttered his ears as he sipped at the cocoa. Just like the Major, he mused, grinning with pointed teeth.
This wet weather was both good and bad.
Good, it reminded him of Brail.
Bad, it was really screwing up his hair, and the urge to try and lick it clean was growing unbearable. But in the coffee shop, he didn't exactly have a choice.
This wet weather was both good and bad.
Good, it reminded him of Brail.
Bad, it was really screwing up his hair, and the urge to try and lick it clean was growing unbearable. But in the coffee shop, he didn't exactly have a choice.