05-20-2018, 09:07 PM
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Bastille seemed to have backed off of Luna a bit lately, evidently trusting her to patrol solo without him stalking her every movement as if she might be snatched up and killed if left on her own. Still, he still regularly seemed to show up in her shadow, and now was one of those times. And for good reason, it would seem.
The ground splinted under his paws as he stopped besides Margy, narrowed glare tracking the retreating aura. "Who the fuck was that?" he demanded, irritated, before he swept his gaze over Luna. She seemed fine, and he eyed the tossed dirty briefly as he deduced that she'd used it to defend herself. Scowling, he added, "Tanglefuckers?"
The ground splinted under his paws as he stopped besides Margy, narrowed glare tracking the retreating aura. "Who the fuck was that?" he demanded, irritated, before he swept his gaze over Luna. She seemed fine, and he eyed the tossed dirty briefly as he deduced that she'd used it to defend herself. Scowling, he added, "Tanglefuckers?"
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