@ScarletAndHerSides
Lucille was on the ground asking philosophical questions to herself.
Lucille was on the ground asking philosophical questions to herself.
(Me tho)
Tyson sat up slowly, the throbbing in his harm growing. He grunted. "Lucille?"
Why can’t sheeps be naturally pink? “Mhmm?”
"I was checking to see if you were there. I'm having sight issues."
“Oh no. Is everything blurry?” Lucille asked, sitting up, “Explain what you mean by ‘sight issues.’”
"Like, black clouding in the corners of my vision?"
“I don’t know what to do about that…”
"Ugh." He turned and looked at her. "Am I paler than usual?"
“A little.” Lucille put her hand on his cheek, “And you’re cold.”
"Duh." He rolled his eyes and smiled a little.
Lucille also smiled a little, “Where do you think the next portal thing is?”
"Dunno. Maybe in this cave? Or…oh gosh…"
“What?” Lucille asked.
"Maybe it's under the ice." He shuddered.
“Oh no. Please no.”
"It's possible." He looked up at her.
Lucille sighed, “Sadly, it is.”
"Hopefully not though."
“It better not be.”
"Should we get going? My vision is a bit better."
(It is isnt it.)
(….perhaps……)
"Should we get going? My vision is a bit better."
“Okay, lets go!” Lucille declared, standing up.
(>.>)
Tyson pushed himself up. "Okay. Should I carry the bag?"
“Nah, I can.”
"Right, okay."
He shivered as they reached the mouth of the cave. "Well it hasn't gotten any warmer has it?"
“Nope.” Lucille sighed.
Tyson frowned. "I don't even have my hoodie anymore." He huffed.
(Wow pouty)
“There there.”
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