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Susan’s doing great! Next time we’ll do a 1/2 mile, and then 3/4, and then she’ll be racing Olivia around the track! #onthemend #workthosemuscles #shecandoit #ashortwalkabout (at Fawn Mountain Elementary) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzULJbMFHyO/?igshid=x6oskkus9sph
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Rome ff+Walkabout
"I…..I…..I don’t know…." Rome scratched at the fur on top of his head awkwardly, trying to conjure words, "I…….um….g-gee, w-who knew magicky stuff could….do that…..guh……….."
((for laughs, what if this was the AU where she was still obsessed with Wander and also the Wanderingabout AU?)) Walky stared at the barren planet. "Um...h-hello? Anyone h-here?"
((Sounds interestingggg!))
A small little rose appeared near the nomad’s foot. “A visitor?!”
Walky glanced around the room. "M-Mister Hater? Are you h-here?"
Hater jolted, then peeked over at her from under his cloak, “My name’s Hater!”
"Um, excuse m-me? P-princess Pandora?" Walkabout waved to the young skeleton.
Pandora tilted her head, hugging Nebula to herself cautiously, “Who’re you?”
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✿ ((Walky since Syl hasn't met Rome or Sketchbook))
Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair
Rome felt himself become blush under his fur, looking up at the flower that was placed into his hair, “Oh, uh…thanks, Walky…”
((hope you don't mind Walky?)) Walkabout looked around the dark and silent woods. "H-hello? Anyone he-AAAAH!" she tripped over a tree root and started to tumble, finally stopping in front of what looked like a camp-though she was too disoriented to notice.
((course not! ^v^ Let’s have ‘er meet the boys~))
"GO, GO, GO, GO!!" came the chanting from said camp as Vulcin pumped his fists, grinning in excitement, "One more, buddy! Come on, you can do it!"
Rome wanted to respond, of course, and he would have, had it not for the many marshmallows he had stuffed in his gob. The nomad lifted another one of the mushy white cylinders to his already-full mouth, then suddenly lurched forward and coughed up the marshmallows into his free hand, “No, no, forget it - I can’t do it.”
"Aw, man, that’s nasty." Vulcin muttered as Rome wiped his mouth clean of spit. "Shame. Almost beat your last record. Still ain’t gonna beat mine, though~"
"Hey! You only win cause you take your bottom jaw off!"
"Still in my mouth, aren’t they?" Vulcin replied smoothly, smirking at it. Rome was about to retaliate when Vulcin held out a finger to silence him, looking over at the girl nearby, "…You alright there, sweetheart?" He called, making Rome look over. The skeleton got up and wandered over, then crouched down before her to check if she was okay.
❖ (whichever muse ya like)
Your muse breaks into my muses room, what do they find?
7. my muse in nothing but a towel
Hater hummed a tune he’d heard his favourite band play once as he exited his private bathroom, black towel wrapped around his bony waist. Nothing like a warm bath to relax the old bones. Still slightly wet, the skeleton scratched at the base of his horn as he wandered over to his closet to choose from an assortment of cloaks (which all looked the same, of course, but he obviously didn’t see that). The overlord put a hand to his chin as he looked over them all. Hmm…what to wear today…?
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the unexpected visitor and let out a scream, one hand unconsciously going to the top of his towel to keep it up as he jumped back. After a quick thought, he grabbed a pillow from his bed and placed it on top of his skull to cover it. Cheekbones bright green, he shouted, “W-WALKABOUT! W-What’re you doing here?! D-Don’t you KNOCK?!”
