Showing posts with label tinies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tinies. Show all posts
Friday, August 5, 2016
Whotter escaped my attention
Whotter managed to escape from my attention the other day, which, I must admit, happens more often. While I was chatting with my colleague Tina he sneaked out.
This time he found a colleague hooker of mine, who apparently thought he was too cute. She was petting him and held him when I found him back. Apparently he liked it.
It was quite the cute sight. I had to tell Whotter that he is not supposed to sneak into people's homes though. This girl liked it, the next one would have thought he was a huge rat and might have panicked.
You can't be too sure either if he's going to pee over someone. So I grabbed him and brought him with me to the couch. That's when he peed over me.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
My baby was wearing his first box today
One of the funniest habits new residents display in Secondlife is wearing boxes. You often see some newbee who buys an item, a dress, or some piece of clothing, and then proceeds to wear the box, instead of unpacking it and taking his clothes out.
Today, my little boy Whotter did this too. For the first time. I consider this a milestone in the development of kids in Secondlife, even when they are little critters, like my baby otter. Of course Stephanie, who has made herself into his adopted mother and claims him most of the time, thought this very funny too.
When he finally succeeded to unpack his box, that he must have found or stolen somewhere since he has no money of his own, we saw what it was all about: within no time he had these fishbones hanging from his beak. Whotter finally got to collect his own food!
Good kid, still wonder where he got it though.
Today, my little boy Whotter did this too. For the first time. I consider this a milestone in the development of kids in Secondlife, even when they are little critters, like my baby otter. Of course Stephanie, who has made herself into his adopted mother and claims him most of the time, thought this very funny too.
When he finally succeeded to unpack his box, that he must have found or stolen somewhere since he has no money of his own, we saw what it was all about: within no time he had these fishbones hanging from his beak. Whotter finally got to collect his own food!
Good kid, still wonder where he got it though.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Animals, furries and prostitutes
Every now and then a street girl meets a strange creature. Most of them are just furries, humanoid animals, walking on four feet, in varying degrees of nakedness. Some of them are fully dressed, others completely naked, except for their fur of course.
Some of them are a bit more scary, like this big wolf, walking on it's hind feet. every now and then one of them hires a girl. You bet they are in for a rough time then!
With probably at least half my clients being happily married men, I should not be surprised to be approached by a happily married tiny avatar. Still, I am. He seemed very much interested in me. In the end we just had a chat and exchanged some in-world experiences and stories.
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