@fearllacy sent a message in a bottle 📜 ;
(To Bellamy) "Hey proprietor of penis pretzels~." //STOP SENDING ME CURSED CONTENT MY FACE HURTS FROM SMILING AND IM CRYING THERE'S A LIMIT TO HOW MUCH I CAN SEND PER DAY!!!!
❝ If I’m the proprietor shouldn’t I be getting paid? ❞ A gesture of index and thumb rubbed against one another as if to indicate the lack of funds which he is receiving. Not a single beli, not even so much as a pinch of gratitude for the service unintentionally crafted through mistakes of tangled spring anatomy. ❝ I thought you were going to buy me one. What’s the point of asking if I’m just going to have to make it myself anyway? There’s no fun in that . ❞
It would be a different story entirely if there was some sort of gain to be had from such a flagrant title. Should be that the honor to be bestowed such a thing by him would be reason enough to be grateful but the mutt simply isn’t having it. He sits with face slouched in hand, a disappointed look plastered across it similar to that of a pet being forced to sit with a biscuit teetering on the snout .
