this-time-we-bagged-him
Shock crossed her arms, watching Barrel from the window. He never acted that weird.
Scratch that, he was always weird. But this was a different kind of weird.
“That’s true… He’ll probably crack eventually..”
“You’re bothering too much over that.” Lock scoffed as he reclined on their couch; springs && stuffing nearly bursting through the stitches. He waved a hand a the deck of cards spread on the ground with a yawn. “I believe it’s your turn?”














