it's dangerous to go alone | returning

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Silence. King Cocky was met with silence. Nothing. Not even a simple hello, but instead a simple blank stare off into the distance that said nothing other than ‘Hi, I’m simply not interested in YOU.’ Stryker, obviously, was visibly frustrated. Here he was bending the knee for the likeness of their former leader... and what does he get? A small smile? A kind thank you? No. The ardent gets nothing in return. Ungrateful little bitch. He changed clans to serve this nimrod and now he’s being ignored by the man who promised him the thrill of a lifetime. Fuck that... Let’s stop this thought train (choo choo) before the lion spirals out of control.

Letting out a huff, Strykee moved forward. A single paw raised up in front of Yes Man’s face, wavering it dramatically over his eyes as he received no response. ”Oh my god-“ Stryker said as he turned towards his groupmates. ”He does have a stick up his ass.”

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