by Gar Easley » Mon Apr 13, 2015 3:15 pm
There were a few, but they were of the "innocent" yet embarrassing variety. Gar asleep on his back, mouth wide open, his snore almost audible. There were a few of Vertie, mostly younger. One she's surrounded by pigeons in a metropolitan area and looking very overwhelmed. Another where she's no older then a preschooler and seated on his shoulders, tiny fist pulling his thick hair the look of rapture and joy all over her face and one of awkward pain on his. In the background two abnormally large felines watch the pair.