white lies
03-07-2017, 08:02 PM
He supposed it was something like paradise. An Eden of sorts, in the midst of the chaos. Winter would come soon, but not yet. Never quite yet, and even when it hit it wouldn't be... hard. It wouldn't hit all that hard and Poser would be fine. He would be warm through it all, with the heat in his blood and bones and breeding enough to keep him from freezing off. Poser would fall back on genetics. He was good with that. Spider's question brings a soft hum to his throat, head resting protectively on Spider. Gentle. "It's... it can be tiring. Lives upon lives worth of memories stuck in your head, the ones you can't get away from. A lot of skeletons in your closet... but it's a good life. It affords me the opportunity to meet a lot of lovely company." His smile is gentle, maybe it's even sincere. Hard to tell with Poser in general, but the shadow has wrapped himself around Spider. An interest, as typical. Always an interest. POSER the breathy way you say my name |
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