Prisonborn
- Locked due to inactivity on Nov 25, '21 3:54am
Thread Topic: Prisonborn
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"Hey, calm down. It's going to be alright, okay? I won't let them take you back, I promise," Christmas said. "I'll answer your questions and you'll fit in just right. I know you will."
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Sophia nodded. "Thank you," she said softly.
(When you almost spell thank as whank) -
Oh my goodness XD))
What's your most common typo? Mine might be "oaky"))
"No problem," Christmas said, before nearly getting his arm yanked out as Pat strained at his leash. A dainty little dog shot Pat a glare as if to say "Don't you dare" and delicately walked away. -
(It depends on which device I'm on)
"It looks a little like Pat, but it isn't the same," Sophia observed. -
The one you're using right now then))
"Yeah, it's a dog. There are lots of different species," Christmas explained. There was a lot to catch her up on. Lights flashed on every corner, casting them in a colorful glow. -
"Why are there poles with lights?" she asked. They seemed to serve a different purpose than holiday lights.
(Git instead of got, probably. Sometimes I just leave it be if I'm feeling really extra midwesterny at the time) -
Boixe, sometimes I'll notice it right after clicking post and just die inside))
"Oh, it's so we can see when it gets dark," Christmas said. Pat pulled him forward, smelling every inch of literally anything and nearly eating a cigarette butt. Luckily, Christmas noticed and pulled him away from it. -
"How long will we be out for?" Sophia asked.
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"As long as you'd like. We've got all the time in the world!" Christmas said, spreading his arms wide as the night air soaked up his voice.
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"It feels weird staying awake later than I always have," Sophia said. "At least I think it's later. There wasn't really any way you could tell the time."
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"Your brain will probably tell you when it's late," Christmas said, picking Pat up and wresting a piece of plastic from his jaws.
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"Probably," Sophia said. After all she'd had the exact same schedule for 16 years.
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Christmas tossed the trash into a waste bin and carried on. A pigeon strolled by, seemingly tame as it pecked through trash for any tasty little tidbits.
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"What is that?" Sophia asked, bending down to look at it more closely. But as she did so it flew away.
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"That's a pigeon. It's a kind of bird that a lot of people don't like," Christmas said, watching it fly away. He could have sworn that the perturbed bird looked offended.
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