Bearclaw Valley peccato meo munda me

buh he's the worst, apologies ;;

he snorted at her, a roll of his black eyes with ease. like two obsidian marbles. her tone or lackluster look didn't change much in the way of his feelings about all of...this.

are you really above me if you don't even know what's going on in your own home? he pressed, eyes narrowing some. there was a sudden push to challenge her further. you could have easily called for them if you cared so much, or did you just think you'd roll out of the ground and pick on the new guy?