why is it orange oh god someone call the-- no, crane doesn't shriek openly about the demon come to eat his soul (will 18). ]
Oh.
[ it's orange and it's a child. and a demanding one at that. ]
Hallo. Er... [ crane's arms retract, elbows sharply extending on either side of him as he's twisted and conflicted and very much short-circuited. were it not a radioactive infant he might have actually done as demanded. ] Where is your mum...?
[ his helpless, pleading eyes scan the crowd blindly (spot 6???? is that even right) for whoever this orange demon infant belongs to, wildly sweeping from end to end. ]
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why is it orange oh god someone call the-- no, crane doesn't shriek openly about the demon come to eat his soul (will 18). ]
Oh.
[ it's orange and it's a child. and a demanding one at that. ]
Hallo. Er... [ crane's arms retract, elbows sharply extending on either side of him as he's twisted and conflicted and very much short-circuited. were it not a radioactive infant he might have actually done as demanded. ] Where is your mum...?
[ his helpless, pleading eyes scan the crowd blindly (spot 6???? is that even right) for whoever this orange demon infant belongs to, wildly sweeping from end to end. ]