Posts by GRIFFIN !

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  • BURNING OUT / open, soul & the soul/avenue kids needed

    ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -6px][hr]Grif would blink, half-listening as Imperial said what sounded like a whole speech. Something about having lived in Colouredclan, but now he was in Sunclan. Well, didn't that make him the enemy? Especially if nobody else seemed to like him. Well, except for Bumble. Why was that, Grif wondered? That Bumble liked him enough to defend him. Huh. Maybe he could ask the older male later or someting. Grif had spent so long thinking about Bumblebee that he had, unfortunately, missed pretty much everything else Imp had said. Well, it hadn't really mattered to Grif anyways. He would crane his head up towards Soul as his father spoke to him about the scent of losers. Wait, did he mean the smell of Imperial might rub off on him and make him smell like loser too? The kitten would take a hop back, fixing his eyes back onto the visiting male. He would bob his small head along in time to Soul's words, agreeing with him silently for a moment, before calling out, "Yeah! You wanna go? I'll beat you all day long at paddy-cake!" After that, he would blink, before whispering, "Psst. Daddy. What's paddy-cake?" Whatever it was, he was sure he'd be great at it. At Ciel's question, Grif would giggle, before attempting to spur on his sibling. "Yeah! Do it!"
    [/fancypost][align=center][size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #griffcc [/size]

  • tonight ( open & meet and greet ) i'll need you to stay

    ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -6px][hr]Ooh, this one was interesting, since she wanted to do something with him. That might be fun, doing something. Except for the fact that he really didn't want to get up. Like at all. But, picking flowers didn't require much activity, did it? He was about to open his maw in reply when Cinque suddenly decided flowers were boring. Well, okay. So he didn't have to move? Then she would suggest eating rotten fish. Ooh, food. Wait, rotten fish? That didn't sound very appetizing at all, really, and he was ready to suggest some other course of action when she spoke up once more. Good, no rotten food. This time, it was simply an introduction. So, her name was Cinque? "Maybe we could just sit, and eat not rotten stuff? 'Cause I'm not too big on the whole idea of activity." He would suggest. Eating and not moving, some of his favorite past-times.
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