[everyone looks like shit but somehow Nill still looks ethereal when Badou probably has literal crap stains in his underwear. taking a deep breath, he takes a seat, quiet for once which probably speaks all there needs to be said about this clusterfuck.
but that single green eye narrows in on her and doesn't look anywhere else for awhile]
You good? How many fingers do I have up?
[there are three. one for every god he prayed to up there]
no subject
but that single green eye narrows in on her and doesn't look anywhere else for awhile]
You good? How many fingers do I have up?
[there are three. one for every god he prayed to up there]