06-21-2018, 01:24 PM
[align=center]![[Image: tiny_pixel_goldie.png]](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/453243520472449024/454027563728109598/tiny_pixel_goldie.png)
goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
the little girl had no idea what to do with herself. her papa's death left her absolutely heartbroken and she didn't know how to fix it. she didn't know how to feel or how to react. she cried most of the time. it hurt really bad. she didn't like feeling like this. she kept herself busy now, not wanting to think so much anymore. that's what got her crying. when she thought, she thought about how he was dead. if she just focused on being busy and doing things, she wouldn't have to think about that. that's what brought the tired girl to the stranger now.
she now wore her papa's signature feather earring, having took it from his dead body. it was a comforting object. it still smelled of him. she was sure to be very careful with it and keep it in good shape. the feline looked to the ocelot, her gaze holding a sad energy, but her mouth keeping a friendly smile. "hiya, stranger. what brings you to the typhoon?" her voice was genuinely sweet, though tired.
she now wore her papa's signature feather earring, having took it from his dead body. it was a comforting object. it still smelled of him. she was sure to be very careful with it and keep it in good shape. the feline looked to the ocelot, her gaze holding a sad energy, but her mouth keeping a friendly smile. "hiya, stranger. what brings you to the typhoon?" her voice was genuinely sweet, though tired.