The pastel explosion sat on his haunches in the camp, one eye squinted a tad tighter than the other. His idea for Halloween spirited tasks had been approved by Dadorito, but the glittery eyesore hesitated at the execution phase. His blue gaze darted to the meeting rock for a moment, and he lurched towards it for a moment before sighing into stillness. Even with a flimsy grasp on PalmClan culture, Quasar guessed that would be a bad move.
He cleared his throat. One tail flicked, thumping against the sand. Quasar closed his eyes (to avoid seeing people laugh or flat out ignore him) and took a deep breath. “GET YOUR GHOSTLY TASKS HERE! RHINESTONESTAR-APPROVED FESTIVE STUFF STRAIGHT FROM THE SPARKLEDOG’S MOUTH!”
{ let me know if you'd like an ooc prompt here as well c: }
He cleared his throat. One tail flicked, thumping against the sand. Quasar closed his eyes (to avoid seeing people laugh or flat out ignore him) and took a deep breath. “GET YOUR GHOSTLY TASKS HERE! RHINESTONESTAR-APPROVED FESTIVE STUFF STRAIGHT FROM THE SPARKLEDOG’S MOUTH!”
{ let me know if you'd like an ooc prompt here as well c: }
[sup]can't let the hands of time[/sup] [sub]enslave us.[/sub] that's not how i'll go!
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these memories fade to stardust, let's brave the world like the men we are