growing up was easy, living in a grey world that had him constantly staring out towards the muted colors of the sky. head constantly in the clouds; 'look at that, it's disgusting. can't they make it look better?' always bittersweet when it came to nature and the dump around it. it was what brought him to his passion, decoration, surrounded in small, bubbling rivers and flowerbeds galore. he's .. often found with a flower or two braided around the base of his tail.
light, crude, with words that tend to cut through butter like a hot knife. very blunt
orange