when destructive creativity isn't enough // building outpost

For fuck's sake, the Ardent was one noisy bitch. Time and time again Blackjack was left astonished by how well Vale could project vis voice across the Pitt's vast domain — it was a truly marvelous feat. The jaguar had appeared behind Kold and Mr. Snuggles as a gesture of offering his hand in assistance for the task at hand. "I can build shit," he said with a twitch of his ear. Barely, sure, but it was possible. He did repair his entire current treehouse, after all. Not that it was particularly fun.

[glow=#f4c430,2,300]how to rob men blind[/glow] — ♠