|| the many arins of the timeline • during college prep classes (14-16) • time as an egg boss (16-18) • present day (19-20)

She placed her hand under her chin, a toothy grin crossing her face. "Getting bit isn't too bad. Only really great when it's in private."

"...How do you have kids and just be this perfectly innocent bean of a cat, I do not understand?"

She's just, laying in the grass, hands folded over herself. The nights were getting colder with the seasons changing. Something she appreciates. No more feeling the burning sensation of metal against her skin.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴘᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖘, - ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓. ✧ ꜱᴏɴɪᴄ ʀᴘ | ᴏᴄ ✧ #ꜱʜɪʙᴇ

Arin is, out and about again. Wren was tucked against her back in a little carrier, propped up inside her oversized jacket. He was sound asleep, and it wasn't like she was going to leave him home again. Not with that striped prick around.

"Delicious."

"My child enjoys when I make them. If you blend up kale and sweet apples it's very good. Throw in a little cinnamon and vanilla. I recommend it."

She hasn't been out much lately, but the searing sun is not faring well for her cybernetics.

..Now he just had to deal with that annoying wolf’s village. Or what was left of it.