Okay… That’s it… I think I’m going to set this as my alarm on my phone so I can feel like I’m waking up in heaven on a daily basis.There’s just something about children’s choirs.
There’s just something about this song
Okay, let me tell you a thing about this song. My mother is a nurse in the NICU with small premature babies. and she had one baby that was born addicted to 5 different drugs. Needless to say, the poor baby had to suffer through intense withdrawals, and my mom discovered that this song was incredibly soothing for the baby while he went through all of his pain. She would play this during his rougher patches, and it would calm him down. So yes, there is something about this song.
She’d basically shouted it through her mouthful of food, and definitely loud enough for everyone to hear. Everyone’s eyes turned towards her, there were scattered snickers and grumbles, and Kestrel tried her best to bury herself behind the condiments on the table. Thank goodness it was just the Dog House. If it was something fancy, like up by Ophidian’s place? Kestrel would have died.
But it was just the Dog House, and as soon as the eyes flicked to her, they flicked back. These hot dogs were greasy sons of bitches. Let them stand too long, and the plate goes clear. Kestrel slouched over her own plate, finishing the bite of questionable soy-meat before shaking her head.
"I mean, I’d love to go. Bug City! But my SIN would never be good enough to get me out of the country and back, and if you booked it under my real name, we’d have to behave."
Kestrel took pause there. “And I don’t even know your real name yet, anyway. Wouldn’t seem fair to give but not get, you know what I mean?”
Woah! Send me shit!
Preferably Shadowrun, Pathfinder, or IRL themed. I know most people don’t know my characters, so I can choose them if you’re not sure.
Mouse doesn’t really get a weekend so much. Back when her bar was still open (and not on fire), she would be at the bar for the weekend, preferring to bartend herself on the busiest days rather than have her second in command there.
She never liked seeing people up on jobs on the weekend because of this—it would detract from her legitimate business.
Mouse keeps a fairly private life with a few close friends, and she keeps a less private one that seems to revolve around work on one way or another. On her “days off” she can be found schmoozing it up with prospective Mr. Johnsons or spending time with some of her business-oriented contacts to keep them on good terms.
Of course, that’s been put on hold for a while until she’s well enough to leave Gold Sun’s care.
What no fair.
Boobs are way better than butts.