Mar 29
@scrybeast →
No.
There's no way he just saw who he thought he did.
It did a double-take while floating its way down a Fibonacci street, and sure enough, there's that murky-green silhouette he detested with all his being.
Well, its day has been officially ruined.
His screen flickers to the deepest frown he has, and he approaches the scrybe of beasts, stoat card in hand.
"I KNEW it!"
His presence announced, he waits for the other to turn before throwing the stoat card at his feet, pretending not to notice it disappointingly floating to the ground, being a piece of paper with no weight to it.
"All of this is YOUR doing, isn't it!?"