I dreamt they dropped a bomb
12-03-2014, 04:16 PM
Scorpion didn't feel like much of a help right now and Soliloquy certainly didn't think he was being helpful either. Of course truth be told the white male had no idea what he actually wanted to hear from his brother, apart from some sort of brilliant and magical solution to make things better, not some sales pitch on how kids were in fact a good addition to your life. It certainly wasn't a convincing pitch anyway, not to the man dead set against them at least. And things were only getting from bad to worse, admitting that they were little mood killers certainly didn't help things at all and he still very much doubted that they were fun. Of course he knew he had been a kid once and somehow something about him had fortunately appealed to his brother though such thoughts were far from his mind now as he simply concentrated on his final days of freedom. They were numbered it seemed. He wasn't sure he would be able to relax though he would try to find something he decided for now however he would steer the topic away from this depressing matter and apparently right onto another hardly joyful subject. "How is your paw now?" |
