if you wanna listen to the devil's music // o - joining

“[color=#40bf40]Oh, thank goodness.” She responded dryly, letting out a tense breath that had been held onto nervously during Bastillepaw’s joke. Radeken sneezed, shaking her head in irritation. Dumb stupid allergies. Dumb stupid indeed. “[color=#40bf40]I’m not in the kidnapping business, no worries. I don’t think any of you are worth it, honestly.” It wasn’t a mean statement, or at least, it wasn’t voiced as such. Radeken didn’t consider it mean, anyway. The rust wolf rolled her shoulders, stepping past the odor of piss. “[color=#40bf40]If that’s it, I’d like to find where I’m supposed to sleep, now.” She prompted, not missing a beat.