[ Anyone in G'raha Tia's vicinity this morning will have noticed that at some point, the plush capybara became increasingly unruly. It dragged itself along flat surfaces, knocking objects from them like an obstinate cat. After garnering suitable attention, it skittered away and jumped into a tophat. And that's how it'll arrive at the tea room, its fat fluffy ass barely stuffed into the chapeau.
The image on the tea room walls shudders for a while, almost as if it's looking for something that doesn't fully exist in reality, before displaying a sunny field beneath an open sky. Springtime, with berry bushes dotting the landscape.
The capybara plush plants itself in one of the scarce chairs and says, petulant and huffy:]
I really don't know why it couldn't be a knife. There's so much more to go over now.
capybara
The image on the tea room walls shudders for a while, almost as if it's looking for something that doesn't fully exist in reality, before displaying a sunny field beneath an open sky. Springtime, with berry bushes dotting the landscape.
The capybara plush plants itself in one of the scarce chairs and says, petulant and huffy:]
I really don't know why it couldn't be a knife. There's so much more to go over now.