MOVE ALONG // o; joining

REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

"And what's your fuckin' point?" Caesar shot back to Coldblue, narrowing his eyes at the cub as he spoke to him. Indeed, Caesar felt like it was his 'job' to be the group's local dickwad, but it was just who he was as a person. Or, well, the person he told himself he liked to be. Somebody had to enforce the rules around here, because it obviously wasn't Pincher. Oh, when he became Captain, he was going to make it clear who was in charge here. "Lost or not, the kid should fucking know how to smell." Unless the borders weren't marked properly recently, then that was a whole other issue.

#psychosocial.