07-26-2018, 08:11 PM
[size=9pt]"You pick a person," comes Moon's voice as the limping lion approaches, having just delivered some fresh herbs to the Medic Den. He's tired, having been up late with a kid at the border who'd been attacked, but he's not in the worst mood he can be. There may be a slight chance some good old waste-my-time games could help him. "And you ask them whether they want to answer a question— they have to tell the truth— or be given a dare they have to play out. Usually it's some embarrassing shit." The game was self explanatory, but he endulged Hearteyes. She seemed like the dumb innocence type.
He settles on the ground nearby, shoulders slumping with a posture that, some day, would leave him crippled, probably. For now, though, his feels fine. He's here for a good time, anyway, not a long time. Even though, so far, his time has been pretty fucking terrible. "I'll play." he finally says, words distorted by a yawn.
He settles on the ground nearby, shoulders slumping with a posture that, some day, would leave him crippled, probably. For now, though, his feels fine. He's here for a good time, anyway, not a long time. Even though, so far, his time has been pretty fucking terrible. "I'll play." he finally says, words distorted by a yawn.
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