[ juno throws up all over his shoes, and there's no preternatural level of being able to cold-read a person that saves his shoes from their fate. they're ruined, and so are the bottoms of his pants, leaving him with his hands held up, elbows cocked and expression that of a news anchor that's just been told 'april fools' after breaking what ought to have been the biggest news of their life. ]
Fox and fucking hound, [ he cusses breathlessly.
juno looks like he still might collapse. knees weak arms are heavy ]
Are you done, or am I going to meet your lunch next?
[ of course, he would find himself slaying beasts alongside a lady with delicate sensibilities. ]
thanks juno
Fox and fucking hound, [ he cusses breathlessly.
juno looks like he still might collapse.
knees weak arms are heavy]Are you done, or am I going to meet your lunch next?
[ of course, he would find himself slaying beasts alongside a lady with delicate sensibilities. ]