// @petalbursting | SpiraleFES
“Alright, so that makes five emergency trips to the dentist in one night...“
Honestly, Candy Camouflage has been quite the sideshow lately. The past couple of nights, Torchwick swings by across the street to see how long it takes for an impatient loser to bite into the wrong bar. ... Or table. Rumor has it some tables in that place are also edible. He did get a glimpse of someone sinking his teeth into the door handle-- and that one is the fifth fool that just headed out. So far, that one is the crowned winner for getting some laughs out of Roman Torchwick.
But alas, all good things must come to an end. This time, it was brought about by the arrival of a certain red robed pain in the ass-- or rather, her exit from the establishment. Guess she got in there before Roman showed up... and now she’s coming out with a bag or two of the “fake” goods-- even some of the slots on her belt for sniper bullets are filled up with... stuff you’d never want to jam into a gun.
She looks so over the moon right now, so content with her assortment of prizes. It’s pretty sickening, honestly.
“Honestly-- is this really the dignified legacy you want spreading around here, Red?“






