kyratking replied to your post: giving away smoothies in the county. come to Ajay...
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( ♛ ) ──── “ Fine, you’ll get something, too. It’s not gonna be a smoothie, though. ”
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kyratking replied to your post: giving away smoothies in the county. come to Ajay...
first in line bih
( ♛ ) ──── “ Fine, you’ll get something, too. It’s not gonna be a smoothie, though. ”
@kyratking || random dialogue starters.
“They’re having a cat fight down there. Again.”
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“Is there a problem, Pagan...?”
"as long as you're banging a despotic queer eye reject, you don't get to take shots at my love life."
“Am I hearing JEALOUSY from James Park?” Her tone is lighthearted, but her expression could KILL. “Maybe with a bit less snark, you could pull off the full PINK SUIT look.”
With opulence and power there's usually a shit tonne of money involved and he can understand that, because MONEY TALKS. And Hoyt liked to gamble with his. But To be perfectly fucking honest, he didn’t need money... What he needed was drugs, a cheeseburger, chocolate, and some disney movie that his drug addled mind could get lost in.
But Hoyt told him he was the man for the job and Hoyt was the boss. He bites off the raw skin on his chapped lips, pacing back and forth and acting as fucking casual he could get. This fucking place was too fucking cold. And too fucking high up. Too fucking ---
❝ Your the big man, ah? The guy sitting on the throne... ` waaaaaaaaaay up in the clouds... The memory cuts a sharp and lazy smile onto his face, ❝ I like your name card, by the way. ` He settles the kyrat bill onto the table, calloused fingers tapping on the portrait a few times, running his fingers along the table as he paced. A bundle of taut nerves struggling to keep his act together; he fucking hated social calls. All the talking and negotiations and blah fucking blah. But he was on the clock.
❝ Hoyt sent me. Fuck if I know why, something about brokering peace with the Kyratese or whatever the fuck you guys are. `
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