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✭ — out beyond the blue there's a place for people too
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//me ? putting this off for a whole ass week ?? nahh
The sound of approaching pawsteps made Harper tense ever so slightly, though the first person to arrive was another little girl, one who looked around her age and even had the same fur as her. She was pretty, and probably harmless, Harper decided, after observing her for a moment. Allowing her muscles to relax, the lavender-eyed femme felt the traces of a smile dancing across her lips, her tail waving absent-mindedly behind her. "Hi," the child greeted quickly, licking her nose. "I'm Harper. I was, uh, wondering where I am?" If this wasn't her destination, what would she do? Should she just stay anyway? She didn't know how far she might be from Pennsylvania. Following after the girl - Diya, she called herself - was another person who she assumed was of this group, though he was much, much bigger and much, much more intimidating. It was fine, though. She'd seen worse, scarier, she reminded herself.
The white molly's ears flicked back slightly as he came over, essentially repeating the other child's question with no introduction. Harper opened her mouth to answer the question once more, but was interrupted by another arrival, a bobcat of sorts, who, once again was asking the exact same question as the other two. Harper couldn't help the slightly irritated twitch of her lip as Roy spoke, but she said nothing about it, repeating, "I was wondering where I was. I'm looking for a place called Cherry Springs- it's supposed to, uh, be a good place for, like stargazing and stuff?" If this wasn't the park she was looking for, maybe they had at least heard of it and they could direct her there. Following Roy was a grey tom, who gave a kind smile she couldn't help but return. He was older than her, but certainly still a boy- there seemed to be a lot more kids here than there was back home. "It's nice to meet you, Bast," Harper returned softly, bumping golden spectacles further up her nose. "My name's Harper."
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The sound of approaching pawsteps made Harper tense ever so slightly, though the first person to arrive was another little girl, one who looked around her age and even had the same fur as her. She was pretty, and probably harmless, Harper decided, after observing her for a moment. Allowing her muscles to relax, the lavender-eyed femme felt the traces of a smile dancing across her lips, her tail waving absent-mindedly behind her. "Hi," the child greeted quickly, licking her nose. "I'm Harper. I was, uh, wondering where I am?" If this wasn't her destination, what would she do? Should she just stay anyway? She didn't know how far she might be from Pennsylvania. Following after the girl - Diya, she called herself - was another person who she assumed was of this group, though he was much, much bigger and much, much more intimidating. It was fine, though. She'd seen worse, scarier, she reminded herself.
The white molly's ears flicked back slightly as he came over, essentially repeating the other child's question with no introduction. Harper opened her mouth to answer the question once more, but was interrupted by another arrival, a bobcat of sorts, who, once again was asking the exact same question as the other two. Harper couldn't help the slightly irritated twitch of her lip as Roy spoke, but she said nothing about it, repeating, "I was wondering where I was. I'm looking for a place called Cherry Springs- it's supposed to, uh, be a good place for, like stargazing and stuff?" If this wasn't the park she was looking for, maybe they had at least heard of it and they could direct her there. Following Roy was a grey tom, who gave a kind smile she couldn't help but return. He was older than her, but certainly still a boy- there seemed to be a lot more kids here than there was back home. "It's nice to meet you, Bast," Harper returned softly, bumping golden spectacles further up her nose. "My name's Harper."
"speech"
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[glow=white,2,300]I CUT MY HAIR[/glow]
[div style="border-width:0px; text-align:center; font-family:timesnewroman; line-height:10pt; font-size:12px; margin-top:-23px"]TO MAKE YOU STARE[font=timesnewroman][size=8pt]harper ✭ @cobblepot ✭ tags
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