Ankyra Sound one gonna run me down, a hail of bullets in my wake

ingram had only slowly accepted that their shared way of thinking may have been flawed. in some ways he was slow to accept change and slower still to accept the possibility things could be more than the outward shade they appeared: if anything, chusi had shown him that there were many variegated layers to an individual. that type of thought was too deep for him, but he was aware it was there -- similar to how one might watch a large floe of ice break from the water and know instinctively what was beneath the surface was much larger.

he expressed delight then, his blackened gums pulled into a genuine smile. he wouldn't have minded being bossed around, truly -- but her second statement made his jaws shut quick. wasting no time he chirped: "i vote lycaon. my vote counts for 2 since i'm voting in his absence. sorry buddy, majority rules." cue giant, absolute shit eating grin.