<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">My old post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Angel thought it over for a second, picturing it in her head. Sure, she knew what a skag looked like, but she’d always thought that there had been a certain element of cute about them. It was something she could never quite pin down… maybe it was the way their mouths opened? Her picture-taker was moving around, though, and Angel tuned back into him again, giving a small shrug.<br/><br/>“I don’t think I could bring myself to do it.” She said. “Even if I needed it for survival.”<br/><br/>She watched with open curiosity, her interest piquing when he traveled. Fluffy things. She loved fluffy things. She winced when he tottered tot he side slightly, and then decided he was going to vomit into the closest trash can. Ew. Alright, she really didn’t need to see that, but okay. He was sick, that was alright. But it didn’t make it any less disgusting.<br/><br/>“… Good to hear.” She said, “I was just about to ask…” Angel glanced at him, and then at the feed of the frozen landscape. She frowned. “Maybe you should take a breather?” </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">His stomach churned as what was left of his ramen was dispensed into the trash can. He would regret it as it had been the last of the food he had. But right now that didn’t matter. He was on a mission that would hopefully pay off in the long run.<br/><br/>“Nah’m fine… Just… Never was good when’t came to fast travel… Air travel…. Space travel….” his words slowly trailed off as he realised how weak his stomach actually was when push came to shove.<br/><br/>His organic hand brushed the last of the sick from the corner of his mouth and part of his scruffy beared. “Regardless, we’re almost there. Shouldn’t take too long to get a few pictures of mongs fer'ya” clearing his throat and adjusting his pack the Ginger pulled a set of goggles over his green eyes as the snow seemed to whip by quickly as a storm started to brew slowly.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Still super gross to hear and listen to. Guck. Angel averted her eyes away from the screen, trying her best to block out the noises. She was used to herself throwing up, sure, but hearing somebody else and watching whatever they ate come up. . . guck.<br/><br/>"<strong>So every travel invented by every person ever?</strong>" She joked, turning back to the camera. He appeared to be done ralphing, so that was a good thing. She couldn't help how excited she was by the fact that she could see snow in the background, and while she was concerned for him, she was ecstatic at getting a picture of something adorable. All at the low cost of a measly 10,000$, too!<br/><br/>"<strong>Really?</strong>She said, unable to keep a hint of the excitement from her voice. "<strong>How cute are they?</strong>"