A story quickly thrown together while my larger works are under -well- work... I understand people may not like me doing this, but I need to post something while I do my heavy working on the side...
ANYWAY! Enjoy this story, I'm sure you know how this works...
Let's just get to kicking the leader of the Storm Hawks butt and make him get angry... Just because I don't like him ^^
A calmed, easy smile graced across Aerrow's young face as the single spot light in the abysmal room lit him and the chair he sat upon.
Know your star, know your star, know your star, know your star…
Aerrow quickly sits himself up properly and awaits for his interview to start.
Aerrow…
He's not a natural red head…
"Actually, that isn't true. I understand where you're coming from with that since there aren't a lot of red heads in the Atmos, but my hair is natural…"
Aerrow…
He's actually part Cyclonian…
"Well wait… I'm not one bit Cyclonian. I disapprove of their actions and overall find their actions as horrible…"
Aerrow…
He never wears socks…
"What? What kind of lie is that?"
It's no lie…
"Yes it is! I always wear socks! Who told you I don't!"
Aerrow…
He rubs cheese on Radarr…
"That's crazy! I mean… who would do that?"
Somebody who doesn't wear socks…
"I do wear socks!"
Now you know… Aerrow…
"I'm pretty sure they don't!"
Go rub cheese on Radarr, Cyclonian…
"If I find you, you'll get it!" Aerrow quickly kicks off his chair and storms off into the darkness, lighting his way with his energy daggers blue glow.
Now ask yourself... Does he wear socks? Really... go and watch the show... you'll keep looking at his feet, making sure he's wearing socks.
If you like this story, do tell me... And if this does good enough, i'll take requests and may keep it going... if not, well, this was still a fun story to do on the side.
And to you people who want my main stories out- Well it's almost done... just wait for me ^^