We are what we are
10-06-2015, 01:15 PM
Chaos squealed as he chased after the colorful fluttery (no, he had in fact not been listening as Mama answered his questions) and attempted to bat at it, but he skidded to an abrupt stop as a huge, loud thing pounced in front of him. He frizzed up in alarm and arched his back, skittering sideways with a tiny, squeaky snarl. But the big loud thing said he was his brother, and Mama didn't seem too worried about it. Chaos stopped to consider a very, very brief moment, and then all at once a big-toothed grin beamed over his features and he bounced back over to the big thing. "Pim!" he squealed. "P'ay wid me!" Without hesitation he swatted his Pim on the nose and raced away. This Outside thing was getting better and better. Not only was it awesome but the Outside had brothers for him to play with! |
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Chaos speaks in a strong lisp, which I am usually too lazy to write