08-13-2020, 10:53 PM
[glow=grey,1,400]FOR ONCE, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST COME AND CHASE ME ? — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, THE TYPHOON, CREWMATE, 4 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
"Fuck it, drink, Michael." Truthfully, figuring out this coyote was Michael was harder than figuring out why he didn't want to drink. Of course, not that it took a genius to put two-and-two together; Michael was the only melanistic creature in The Typhoon (to Aphra's knowledge, anyway).
Aphra stood a few pawsteps away from Jaime, a playful frown on her face. Even if she was trying to be light-hearted and joke around, the oriental longhair meant her words. "Who cares if it'll hurt those kids?" It wasn't her right to spill the beans in any way, but she obviously didn't care; after all, didn't Jaime imply something first? "The less unwanted kids, the better." She was assuming that this was an accident, that Michael hadn't meant to get pregnant, but she also meant in the fact that she didn't want them around.
Fuck, was this place going to get overrun by kids?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Aphra stood a few pawsteps away from Jaime, a playful frown on her face. Even if she was trying to be light-hearted and joke around, the oriental longhair meant her words. "Who cares if it'll hurt those kids?" It wasn't her right to spill the beans in any way, but she obviously didn't care; after all, didn't Jaime imply something first? "The less unwanted kids, the better." She was assuming that this was an accident, that Michael hadn't meant to get pregnant, but she also meant in the fact that she didn't want them around.
Fuck, was this place going to get overrun by kids?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]