07-29-2019, 10:46 PM
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speaking of brother, the tone he used almost scared poet. that was the tone he had used the day he had agreed to let him lead the pride. that was worrying. horrifying. he didn't want to think it'd be a repeat of that entire thing, the fighting, the constant paranoia. "whats wrong?" he asked, shifting slightly to lower his head down.
[glow=#000,1,400]WHO'S WEAPON IS HIS WORD, HE WILL KILL YOU WITH HIS TONGUE, O LEI, O LAI, O LORD — [abbr=tags]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 13px;"]poetking was blissfully unaware of the entire situation. he had been busy fixing up his house, dusting and decorating and trying to make things look actually nice. trying to make it feel like home. he knew his brother would be coming over so he wanted it nice, he wanted it to be a reminder of their real home- wherever that was now. truthfully.. he missed home a bit, but they were the ones that had made him leave. he was "too sick to lead". sure, it was scary, but he had his brother, and he knew the other male wouldn't abandon him.speaking of brother, the tone he used almost scared poet. that was the tone he had used the day he had agreed to let him lead the pride. that was worrying. horrifying. he didn't want to think it'd be a repeat of that entire thing, the fighting, the constant paranoia. "whats wrong?" he asked, shifting slightly to lower his head down.