The Park, across from JGoB, Thursday morning
Jan was grazing, because he was hungry and because unicorns ate grass.
It didn't mean he was enjoying it. Not when he'd tasted oats.
He knew where the oats came from, they came from that delicious smelling building across the road, but he didn't know exactly how to go about getting them.
So he grazed, sending longing glances towards J,GoB every few steps.
[ooc: So open, yup!]
It didn't mean he was enjoying it. Not when he'd tasted oats.
He knew where the oats came from, they came from that delicious smelling building across the road, but he didn't know exactly how to go about getting them.
So he grazed, sending longing glances towards J,GoB every few steps.
[ooc: So open, yup!]