Lion Head Mesa shortchange

he'd been there the entire time.

soaking in a corner, leaned back and with elbows resting like a man in a luxury jacuzzi, gucci was deep in thought of which color would best complement the new guest bedroom - when the cradle-snatcher walked in.

the neb's content expression morphed into that of hostile disgust the moment he recognized akhtar, and it, by some miracle, held itself in place unchanging for a full minute.

he would not break the stare if his life depended on it, but the grimace would soften if the priest actually looked.