@AidenTheAxolotl She ‘glanced’ over at the sounds, letting out her own little chirp.
“Could.. you teach me how to use it? Ma forbid me from touching ours, told my sisters to keep me away from it too. She was very.. overprotective of me.”
Her ears drooped a little, lightly patting the machine +
@AidenTheAxolotl off the spiral stitches that covered her arms and neck.
“You have such a large collection, you know a lot too. Very impressive. Thank you, sir.”
Her voice was soft, fingers gliding over each sticker she was guided to. Soon she stopped, her hand resting atop the model William +
@AidenTheAxolotl telling me that a lot. The last year I was with them was 1899, if that helps narrow it down.”
Oh! She almost seemed to brighten at the mention of braille, her hands immediately searching for and soon finding said stickers.
“Oh my- I was always kept away from these things… oh +
@AidenTheAxolotl The woman stood at 4’! Small pink woman!
“…people put candy in their clothes? Wait- this building is for washing clothes? But.. they all feel so.. different?”
She admitted, stepping closer to one of the models by the entrance and ran careful fingers over it.
“Wow.. it feels +
The small chinchilla, just having finished working, began wandering through the many districts.
By herself.. as the woman walked, strings covered in what looked like thorns surrounded her almost like a safe little bubble.
She somehow made it to a quaint little laundry mat.
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@RedClay_Records She nodded, slowly pulling each string back to herself and letting out a little relieved sigh.
“That’s nice, my reason is similar. I’ve been stuck inside for far too long, thought I’d enjoy a nice day.”
Stepping closer, Marmalade smiled up at the cowboy.
@LustfulGoatLad Giving a little whine, she leant up and kissed him again.
“Liar. I’m a very clean eater.”
She huffed, tugging herself closer to him and once again burying herself against him.
@RedClay_Records The woman’s ears twitched at each noise, turning toward the string that brushed against something.
From the outside, she stood in the middle of a spiral of red, strings trailing up to each of the sh scars that covered her arms.
Blinking.. “Roe? What are you doing out here?”