11-03-2015, 11:00 PM
The bird would finish writing on the clipboard, put it in it's bag, and stand up.
"Mmm. Days go by too quick. Too quick. Yesterday I was crying for the dreams to stop, now I'm pursuing a REAL role. A REAL job."
He'd sigh before he would pull out a journal of some sorts and begin writing in it.
"Mmm. Days go by too quick. Too quick. Yesterday I was crying for the dreams to stop, now I'm pursuing a REAL role. A REAL job."
He'd sigh before he would pull out a journal of some sorts and begin writing in it.
Bow down, overdweller.