09-28-2018, 01:27 PM
☠ Word of mouth, there's a snake in the garden —
Séamus raised a wry brow, amusement glistening in his eyes. "Believe me, if I was plannin' on high tailing, I wouldn't have bothered walking through this fecking desert." Honestly. He huffed, shaking his fur - and feathers - clear of sand. Absently he flexed his talons. "Acceptable?"
He envied the doberman's short coat, and frowned lightly. He was growing impatient. It was much to hot outside for meaningless chatter. His intentions were clear. "Are high tailers common 'round here? Can't imagine given your reputation. Maybe I've come to the wrong place."
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[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #009E60; font-size: 15px;"]— SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁN ☠
#psychosocial.He envied the doberman's short coat, and frowned lightly. He was growing impatient. It was much to hot outside for meaningless chatter. His intentions were clear. "Are high tailers common 'round here? Can't imagine given your reputation. Maybe I've come to the wrong place."
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[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #009E60; font-size: 15px;"]— SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁN ☠