I feel like that would be more understandable than saying I was looking out the windows for too long. Sometimes, you just catch a glimpse of the outside and have to get lost in the thought of being out there like you've been trapped inside forever.
*It laughs as soon as it finishes its sentence.*
*It laughs as soon as it finishes its sentence.*
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*Bog grunts as he reaches over to the last spot that needs filling. He kinda just...plops back onto his stomach, laying in the dirt.*
That's enough of that...
And I say you did a great job!
*His words a bit muffled, seeing as he is face first into the mulch.*
I say you've earned yourself a good tall glass of... Some kind of good tasting drink.
*In a pitiful attempt to treat himself and get to his feet, Bog rolls onto his back now. He gets a face full of hydrangea, making him scrunch his face.*
...dangit.
Let's go get you some ginger ale then, huh?