Apr 12, 2025
prompt. ‘ i come bearing gifts. you're welcome. ’ : @everyroute
scoff. head tilts her way, like flora to sunlight. cigarette smoke to pollute this air, it vanishes just as quick in vapor. ‘ ..uh, oh. ’ and he sits down, wide kneed and rattled. ‘ settle these bones before you hit me. you bringin' me some trouble behind you, that it ? ’ jocose, tone to swallow a form of candor. his exterior stays blunt, because arthur morgan was like that of an effigy around these parts, though teal-eyes are sculpted with new-found energy. really, he couldn't help himself. ‘ damn if you weren't still a sight better than, uh .. all these other surprises come my way, i figure.. what'cha got ? ’