𝒀͟𝑶͟𝑼 ARE MY 𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙈𝙔.
"Speak, boy, what exactly are you?"
"Speak, boy, what exactly are you?"
For some reason, she couldn't quite tell. Something was off here.
For some reason, she couldn't quite tell. Something was off here.
That stern expression had eventually come to relax, lips twisting to a smile— relishing the misery.
"Come on now, that is all it takes? You're quite fragile, no? It's a miracle you've made it so far in life."
That stern expression had eventually come to relax, lips twisting to a smile— relishing the misery.
"Come on now, that is all it takes? You're quite fragile, no? It's a miracle you've made it so far in life."
I wanna write heeeerrrr....
I wanna write heeeerrrr....
Apologies were never her thing, anyway. There was no use in changing that now.
"Yes indeed. One smelly mutt."
Apologies were never her thing, anyway. There was no use in changing that now.
"Yes indeed. One smelly mutt."
"Well, then you look like some mutt.ᐟ"
Somehow finding a way to take offence to it, although most would see it more as something to be happy with.
"Well, then you look like some mutt.ᐟ"
Somehow finding a way to take offence to it, although most would see it more as something to be happy with.
"How polite. Is it often you make such a kind gesture toward strangers who are down?"
"How polite. Is it often you make such a kind gesture toward strangers who are down?"