#regisickle

Once you think you’ve left your mark you finally release the poor troll, a pseudo innocent smile still decorating your face.]

As she finished her last fight, her back turned from who walked behind. As she stood, she heard footsteps, and some that she shouldn't have. A reach into her own pocket, as she pulled out a box-- Pocky, she took out, and put a stick to her lips. Chocolate flavored, as she took a bite. "What do ya need?"

I'm still making HSYL too but yee found these black foam boards at another outlet so I nabbed them. :3

Carlos had seen these aliens before, around the city, even talked to a few of them, but this one in the seat next to him was a stranger. Carlos mad a few attempts to make conversation, all fruitless (the kid had one hell of a temper, that's for sure), but every now and then Carlos would take a glance up from his book to see if this guy ever even slept. he was just kind of staring out the window with nothing to do, and he looked tired, but he wasn't sleeping. Maybe it was a personal thing, maybe it was something on a biological level. Regardless, Carlos scribbled a few notes in the margin of his book. He'd look into it later.

[ Congratulations, Karkat. You are now a father.] 

Why is there concern toward such little plant? A petty adornment of little relevance, her knowledge of Christmas' traditions was slim, almost non-existent considering she should definitively not celebrate this due her demonic nature and of course she did not know why she had that...hideous, gray creature staring at her after ending beneath it. All solution lies in a method used in most cases-- already finding appropriate to dig a heel over his midsection to push him away so she can continue.

Oi, we are going to be comrades you'd better not stay behind you hear me?