@timeond &&. said... Shoots poffins at their face with a slingshot
instinctually the wyrm ducks and weaves, colorful confectionaries whizzing past their FACE. eventually, one smacks their cheek with an audible splat. ah. sustenance. ( the poffin slowly slides to the ground. ) they snap up the next like a ravenous bird.
. . . betrayal. it's spicy.
❝ have you any of the BLUE? ❞ they like those the most.











