Aug 16, 2009 23:50
Jas jas no feel too good, Tyki...
[He whimpers softly, rolling around in the snow--guess who stupidly went outside, gais. But now he's kind of laying outside Latimir, rolling on his back.
It moves closer, and closer, and...
He starts chewing on his communicator and whines; the view is mainly dark, save for the shiny slobber that's now coating the communicator.]
[[ooc: XD chip removal illness is gooooo.]]
orz my insides,
ow ow ow,
chip go bye-bye,
no lol orz,
hurties and ouch ouches