01-13-2023, 03:51 PM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
The ocelot’s paws floated three centimeters over the sands as she crossed the beach to attend the meeting. Her four eyes, crusted with sleep, blinked and squinted in the harsh sunlight; she held her tail up to create shade, but it helped little. If she’d known today would bring an abnormally bright winter sun, she would’ve stayed in her treehouse.
Her jaw opened wide as she yawned. She’d have to nudge Alexandre about the soothsayer opening up, unless he’d already heard about it. Likely, given her nephew didn’t share her asocial tendencies.
After Sorbet opened the floor to questions, she turned her head to shield her face from the sun and yawned once more. Her air buoyancy dipped, but her paws never once touched the sands. How annoying it was to have to deal with the sun’s glare and the possibility of sand getting between her toes.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Her jaw opened wide as she yawned. She’d have to nudge Alexandre about the soothsayer opening up, unless he’d already heard about it. Likely, given her nephew didn’t share her asocial tendencies.
After Sorbet opened the floor to questions, she turned her head to shield her face from the sun and yawned once more. Her air buoyancy dipped, but her paws never once touched the sands. How annoying it was to have to deal with the sun’s glare and the possibility of sand getting between her toes.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?