Dragoncrest Cliffs Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas

CRASHY THRASHY MOUTH BREATHER I AM FRICKIN DEAD

she held the prize overhead as if it were a triumph — but tousaint seemed utterly disinterested.

how come? miette lowered the ancient fang with a frown, noticing the defensive way tousaint had tucked his gift under his chest; as if she would steal it.

well… the thought had occurred to her. only a little thieving though. nothing too bad or mean.

what your treatie be, toozdaint? miette inquired with a feigned honey-sweet mein, unable to hide the greedy glint in her eyes.