I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie

zchiraxicon maybe we can trade just for tonight? Peering into the cave in the side of the cliff gave at least a little reprieve from the rain, but it pounded Chico with a nostalgia he couldn’t ever have predicted, even if it did hit him just the same; the memory of drawing dicks on the side of the wall (with someone you care about--) was ridiculous enough threaten to pull something from the back of his eyes. But fucking luckily Chico didn’t and doesn’t really have all that much of an attention span. Which is great, really, cuz there was movement down further in the cave, the sound of a child’s (a boy) inquiring voice and the sight of a fucking whale floating in the air, serene and curious, as though it were wondering how the hell it had jumped out of the water here. And somehow this was all enough to pull him out of the deep, dark soul-hole he was ready to climb down. The sight was so unexpected--so asinine and so totally awesome--that a small gurgle-burp of a growl escaped from Chico’s maw, his tawny eyes taking in the sight of the tiny floating whale. But oops he was in a cave, and caves have hella accoustics, so that tiny growl that had slipped past his teeth suddenly rebounded and bounced and grew into something a lot more ferocious and loud. Cheek clamped his mouth shut, but the cave had already made him a villain; even a fart could sound nefarious in this place. {UH HELL YEAH IM HERE but this is chico bein\' a boob :B} You know, the one at W. 103rd and Broadway?

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