SMOKED A PACK OR TWO // joining

[glow=black,1,400]WATCH YOUR TONGUE, OR HAVE IT CUT FROM YOUR HEAD ! — [abbr=CAESAR CIPHER, COALITION OF THE CONDEMNED, ROGUE, 7 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

"No promises." Caesar winked at Stryker, and although he was trying to joke around with the lion, he did mean his words; as of right now, though, this place had some use to him - and as such, getting exiled wasn't apart of his plan at the moment. The savannah simply gave Andru a nod to show he acknowledged the other.

"What're you planning exactly, hm?" Caesar asked Stryker, his tail tip twitching in thought. "You mentioned wanting to keep on the down-low at the moment, any particular reason for that?" Perhaps talking about it out here in the open wasn't a wise idea, but Caesar didn't seem to get that at the moment.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]