[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 17pt; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; float: left; width: 134px; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]plastickit[/fancypost]its a casio
on plastic beach[hr]
plastickit // male // sunclan // blazepowder xx asterfall // 4 months // homoromantic pansexual // defenseless // attack in #0ad6a8 // pm for capture, no kill or maim // tiny red spotted tabby w/ liquid, leafy green eyes // powers: none
Even though he was still four months, Plastickit really didn't want to have the 'kit' suffix of his name anymore. He was a Druid Student, preformed his first 'operation' ever, and now had flower prints and seafoam green blood, tears, and blush. Plasty knew it was time to change into an apprentice, it was time. Ignoring his age or the questionable looks from NPC's, Plastickit flew over in his tiny dragon body and called out "'Ello? Can I share somefing wiff yew all?"
[align=center][size=6pt]template (c) olivan[hr][/fancypost]

