❝ come ON , fox ; don ‘ t tell me your memory went to shit while i was gone. ❞ like mixing fire &. gasoline this is , stoking the fires of an old friendship seemingly lost to time until now. in every sense of the word , this screams danger &. rings through emerald ‘ s ears akin to deafening siren , but when has she ever been the type to follow rules ? she shouldn ‘ t be combining work with pleasure , should be staying far away from long lost companion , although the rebel within sanctum of sandstorm worn heart begs &. yearns to seek the latter despite ( or perhaps in spite of ) knowing very well how this could go down in flames in an instant. sustrai saunters forth , fingers coming to trail along curvature of broad shoulders all while sporting fanged grin ‘ pon girlish expressionism. she ‘ s . . . missed him. that much she can say for absolute certain. ❝ forget about me when you make new friends that quick , huh ? ❞
@fauxtricks , horror movie knife sound.