alive
10-04-2016, 03:45 PM
| Already with a bit of cannabis tucked in his mouth, Poser feels more equalized. He can focus now. He's rummaging through the plants, looking for whatever else could be fun-- honestly not sure quite what he's looking for, either. He's already got his weed, he's already got that which will keep him feeling okay. Now that he's okay, he can be great. That makes sense, right? Poser pretends it does, picking up an easy jog with his ground eating stride. "That's fair." His ears prick slightly, head cocking to the side. Everything about Poser is bright, is brash. The girl is stiff and it leaves him chuckling, his head tossing. Why was she so serious? What was her issue? Still, he feels grand for now. It's hard not to. It's hard not to feel positively fantastic when you're... well... alive. Poser has had some close incidents to not enjoy himself. "Did you find anything good? I haven't been 'round here much." He's new. He's very new. Fresh off the boat, you could say. Hell, he'd been living on Auster. Crossing between the continents didn't suck, but it didn't leave him a lot of time to explore either. He'd be here, for now, until he'd found what he needed-- witch hazel, cannabis, kava, all the things that kept him ticking. Poser would learn to find it in his own home as well, but exploring was never bad. Snuffling about in the herbs and the roots, his tail wags. Ginseng root maybe? That would help his energies, his low moods. There was also no turning down horsetail for when his foot was bothering him, for the days it opened back up. When it was wet, sometimes it would slip back open around the edges. Absently, Poser's nose brushes against the old injury. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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