☼005
HEY MISTER! I have your face paints! Where do I deliver them?
[a few clicks]
Ah... my flashlight ran out of batteries.
GRUEEEEEE~
What the-
[static]
[ooc: Responses might come much later when she's keeling over in her own bed. Got attacked by the Childes, will be sick for a fortnight in real time. Will be barfing on your perfectly shined shoes. Thus ends Grey's possibly pathetic attempt of having her muse silent for her hiatus.]
[a few clicks]
Ah... my flashlight ran out of batteries.
GRUEEEEEE~
What the-
[static]
[ooc: Responses might come much later when she's keeling over in her own bed. Got attacked by the Childes, will be sick for a fortnight in real time. Will be barfing on your perfectly shined shoes. Thus ends Grey's possibly pathetic attempt of having her muse silent for her hiatus.]