Seth felt a sharp pain in his leg for a moment then the pain was gone and he looked down at the pencil sticking out of it. Closing one eye he gripped the pencil and yanked it out, tossing the pencil to one side he looked at Atlanta. "It's fine." He assured her and turned his attention to Kimo. "So your almost one thousand years old, huh? That's a little old for a cat isn't it?" Seth wiped the blood from his leg where the pencil had lodged itself. "So what do we do now?"
THE RANDOM PEOPLE OF TOMORROW [[LET'S RAWRRR]]
Playground for the random.
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