Posted: Sun, 17/05/2020 21:16 (4 Years ago)
Abyss made his way back to his quarters with a bucket of clams. His
jog had been fun, the swimming relaxing, but he liked to pull clams
from the seabed the most. Smiling, he stepped into the building he
called home, then set the bucket down and filled a larger container
with water. He dumped the clams in, then set the bucket by the
doorway. Sure, he had found it by the seashore, but nobody else
seemed to want it.