((Mine intends to go the the snow party.)) Sigyth reached out to Runaath, crooning along with her words. ((He would like to ask Yours to go, dearest blue. And I would very much enjoy your company as well- mine says snow is *cold*.))
((Yes, Mine was also intending to go.)) Runaath replied to Sigyth.
His voice lacked enthusiasm about going where, according to His, it
would be *cold*, but he wasn't about to relinquish Sigyth to someone
else's company, especially a certain brown he was sure would love to
take over if Runaath didn't go. ((Mine wants to see snow, and I
wouldn't mind keeping you company. It would be something new to
see.))
--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown
Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146