Night 018;
[this morning in Paradisa, there is a Noah. THE LAST OF HIS KIND because his traitorous ex-bro does not count B|, standing in the kitchen facing the table there. RIGHT WHERE SOME PEOPLE MIGHT CHOOSE TO EAT THERE FOOD. And what as he doing?]
Spiders.
...
Croak.
Flies.
Croak.
......Beetles.
...
Croaaaaaaaak.
Don't be so picky. Eat something. I'm not going to look for worms again, that was too much work.
Croak.
[[ooc; that's right paradisa. Wisely is wishing up bugs in your kitchen for his FINICKY PET FROG. :> Prince Arthur Frog only gets the best...bugs. idk. OPEN.]]
Spiders.
...
Croak.
Flies.
Croak.
......Beetles.
...
Croaaaaaaaak.
Don't be so picky. Eat something. I'm not going to look for worms again, that was too much work.
Croak.
[[ooc; that's right paradisa. Wisely is wishing up bugs in your kitchen for his FINICKY PET FROG. :> Prince Arthur Frog only gets the best...bugs. idk. OPEN.]]