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chick or cheep! 🎃

smallest peep, smaller than a small egg,,,

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Just carrying around a baby chicken like this and pointing it at bugs that are flying while she catches them mid air. I love my life.

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chicken plush // MountRoyalMint

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ooc: sorry i havent been active in forever. i’ve been meaning to get back into this account for a long while but my mental illnesses hate me and refuse to let me work on more than 1 fun thing at a time. i’ve been focusing on a separate ask blog for a different fandom i’m in, and when i finish up the story for that blog, i intend on getting back to this 👍 (if school doesnt try attacking my schedule again)

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" --Any advice to hand down, as far as being a fellow employee? "

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“Hey I’m not here to kill ya alright? No need to freak out.” Jeremy playfully held his hands up and flashed his signature dumbass smirk at Alex. The red scout examined the cook’s outfit before adding in, “You’re dressed awfully nice for a place like dis though.”

Only seconds later, the red scout was being tackle-hugged by Mira (preventing Alex from being thoroughly embarrassed in front of the loud-mouthed boston boy yet again). Jeremy let out a short high pitched yelp in surprise before stumbling backwards under Mira’s weight. The younger scout excited exclaimed, “Jeremy! Oh my god I haven’t seen you in so long, what’s up?”

“It’s cake, how difficult can it be?” - ( @bonkboiler )

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"…Depends on what cake you're trying to make." The brunette replied, without looking up at first , in the process of extracting the chilled base from the fridge, then a seperate, smaller-pan for the top of the aforementioned cake . "--Provided you don't let it burn, just about anyone can do the boxed stuff."

"…But not everyone likes those."

" …Some tend to miss something they could only get at home, or in their original country, and others…Well, prefer the 'refined' stuff…" * She was undoubtedly talking about spy, in that case:* "-- I still don't have the 'flair' to rig anything too elaborate, but they'll always send away for better ingredients, so I can at least TRY, though."

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“Coffee would hit the spot right now, as long as I could find a pack a gummy worms to go along with it.”

Using the edge of her shirt, the scout leaned down to wipe the grime off her face (leaving a light stain on the otherwise colorful fabric). Only a moment later, a heavy thud diverted Mira’s attention to the man that had just been thrown onto the pavement.

After a good 10 seconds of his body not moving, Mira exchanged an awkward glance with the cook before lightly kicking the man’s side. “Hey, you alive?”

The bearded trucker only slurred, “…I miss my *hic* wife.” in response.

Mira then looked back at Alex and shrugged.

“It’s cake, how difficult can it be?” - ( @bonkboiler )

@bonkboiler / @the-first-step

"…Depends on what cake you're trying to make." The brunette replied, without looking up at first , in the process of extracting the chilled base from the fridge, then a seperate, smaller-pan for the top of the aforementioned cake . "--Provided you don't let it burn, just about anyone can do the boxed stuff."

"…But not everyone likes those."

" …Some tend to miss something they could only get at home, or in their original country, and others…Well, prefer the 'refined' stuff…" * She was undoubtedly talking about spy, in that case:* "-- I still don't have the 'flair' to rig anything too elaborate, but they'll always send away for better ingredients, so I can at least TRY, though."

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*slappy wattle noises*

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“It’s cool, safety first- or whatever our heavy would say.”

She eagerly pulled the key for the vehicle from her pocket and inserted it into the keyhole. With her foot on the brakes, and thumb on the starter button- the scooter quickly rumbled to life. Small bits of rubble and dust began to fly askew as the auto cycle gradually gained momentum.

After a good hour on the road, they eventually arrived at their agreed on destination. An old ramshackle dive bar stood in front of the two. The establishment’s neon sign flickered in and out at certain intervals, softly illuminating the parking spaces around them.

Mira parked her scooter in the fourth leftmost nearest space to the entrance, positioned next to: a white beat-up pickup truck, a familiar red motorcycle, and a neat yellow compact car.

The scout got off and placed her helmet on the right handlebar of the scooter; she quickly stuffed the key in her pocket and let a long exhale escape her nose. Through yawns, Mira rolled her arms and jogged in place trying to stretch the fatigue out of her body.

“Yeesh, I’m tired as hell. My limbs feel like freakin’ spaghetti…”

“It’s cake, how difficult can it be?” - ( @bonkboiler )

@bonkboiler / @the-first-step

"…Depends on what cake you're trying to make." The brunette replied, without looking up at first , in the process of extracting the chilled base from the fridge, then a seperate, smaller-pan for the top of the aforementioned cake . "--Provided you don't let it burn, just about anyone can do the boxed stuff."

"…But not everyone likes those."

" …Some tend to miss something they could only get at home, or in their original country, and others…Well, prefer the 'refined' stuff…" * She was undoubtedly talking about spy, in that case:* "-- I still don't have the 'flair' to rig anything too elaborate, but they'll always send away for better ingredients, so I can at least TRY, though."

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shitpeoplesayintf2 screenshots but as my blu team ocs (becaurse funny)

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Mira turned her head towards Alex to get a better look the spark plugs she was holding up.

“Yeah, those ones work perfectly! And, I mean- the scooter can get a bit warm sometimes but I’ve never needed water or anythin’ cause of it.” The hen that the scout was holding let out a small cluck as Mira placed it on the ground and watched it strut towards the chicken napping on Spy’s car.

Upon hearing the cook’s retelling of Pyro’s previous antic involving the hens, Mira snorted.

“He didn’t even invite me to the sleepover? Pfft, lame.”

The scout stepped forwards to grab a blue helmet that Alex had selected, shortly inspecting its size before placing it over her head and fastening its buckle. She then took a seat on the scooter, wrapping her palms around the vehicle’s handgrip.

“You ready to go, or are ya still getting stuff for the trip?”

“It’s cake, how difficult can it be?” - ( @bonkboiler )

@bonkboiler / @the-first-step

"…Depends on what cake you're trying to make." The brunette replied, without looking up at first , in the process of extracting the chilled base from the fridge, then a seperate, smaller-pan for the top of the aforementioned cake . "--Provided you don't let it burn, just about anyone can do the boxed stuff."

"…But not everyone likes those."

" …Some tend to miss something they could only get at home, or in their original country, and others…Well, prefer the 'refined' stuff…" * She was undoubtedly talking about spy, in that case:* "-- I still don't have the 'flair' to rig anything too elaborate, but they'll always send away for better ingredients, so I can at least TRY, though."