literal night

*Poser* · 10-04-2016, 02:35 PM

Oh how he enjoys himself on these nights. There's someone he can talk to, someone he can enjoy. The pigeon of a creature is friendly, is gentle. She's well mannered and she thinks he's funny. Well, okay, everything is funny when you're this high. Sky high. Poser is giggling, rolling in the grass. There's a puddle of the creature, dark fur and happiness.

The pain from his paw is gone. No dull, throbbing ache. He feels great about it. He feels great about everything, honestly. Everything about Poser is flashy, even as he rolls in the grass, high as a kite. There's something so good about it. Something brash and brilliant, confident. It's hard not to be confident. So confident, so bold. Poser was something entirely and immensely different than the things anyone here had ever seen before.

"You can be a member if you want, a member of the club. You can be a goddess, and you can count. But oh, which goddess will you be?" He grins, looking with both eyes, head cocked to the side despite being crumbled over himself in the grass. Hell yes, they would be great together. "We'll gather everyone who walks heaven and earth, all of the people. We'll take the young gods and they'll be our members." He's redundant, he's slurring his words, but he's happy. It's hard for him not to be happy, after all. Such is Poser.
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breathy way of saying my name

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