Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
"Okay." Oliver replied happily, reaching for another sausage when the last part of her sentence registered. His mouth dropped open and he stared at with an incredulous look for a moment, blinking slowly, "A... floaty?" he repeated, as images of tiny kids running around the local pool with the flotation device strapped around their midriffs flashed though his mind. "I think i'd rather take my chances drowning." He said dryly, as his cheeks pinked a little. One hundred and twenty three years old, and wearing a floaty? He would never be able to live that down. If the other imps found out about this conversation... a shudder went through him.
"I think we should go to the cafe first, though, and see if the others are ready to go." He said quickly, changing the subject.
@RegalWindstar
"I think we should go to the cafe first, though, and see if the others are ready to go." He said quickly, changing the subject.
@RegalWindstar