09-04-2017, 05:53 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: black; text-align: justify; width: 400px; opacity: 0.90"]Sixten kept an okay pace for a while till he got distracted by you know shiny things, old broken glass from beer bottles to a mirror from a now naturistic version of a car. But he'd, of course, catch up, he had some things on his person, with his backpack holding the most. His mini baseball bat barely sticking out of the backpack mainly just the handle of course. While he held his skateboard in hand as he soon picked his pace up to be at the side of Lupus.
"I bet we are coming up too some sort of place." He spoke with optimism as he couldn't help but smile brightly.
"I bet we are coming up too some sort of place." He spoke with optimism as he couldn't help but smile brightly.