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PERFECT LITTLE PUNCHING BAG
periwinklekit | 03 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
With a simple sniffle as the only reminder that the boy had been so terribly ill, Peri now sits at the edge of camp, a bright smile on his face as he sits beside his friend - his best friend at that. Visits from his friends and family have kept his spirits high, despite it all, and though not cured so to speak, he's slept more soundly these past days than he has in moons. Though, perhaps that's more due to the numerous herbs and seeds that dandelionpaw has stuffed down his gullet than anything else, but really - he's not going to complain.
A moss ball rolling absently underpaw, he glances around shyly - clear blue gaze wide and shining with mischief and excitement. Despite still being a kit, peri is still a full three moons old now - old enough to be an apprentice. And simple games of 'hunt the moss' no longer interest him. Instead, it is a whisper from some older apprentices grudgingly replacing the moss of his nest that has caught his attention - a game of truth and dare. Or was it truth or dare? The details are a bit fuzzy, but that doesn't really matter. Taking a deep shuddering breath, and glancing at dustpaw as if thtom might somehow give him some of the confidence he seems to simply radiate, he does his best to raise his voice loud enough to be heard.
"D--does any-one wanna p-p-play tru-tthhh or d-d-dare?" he stammers out, words a bit slurred, but otherwise he feels proud that his voice rings out strong and clear (for him at least).
// i had time and muse whoops @Dustpaw | Duststorm