#your-dearest-lycaon

[maroaexpress]

That Was Quick

Layla flew back into the stacks of old newspapers, sending them flying as she landed hard. The fall knocked the wind out of her, and she bit her cheek in the process. 

But there was no time to even really notice either thing; the gun in her hand wobbled a moment before she managed to get another breath in, but then she aimed.  Her target was fast; she fired three quick shots. One where she thought it should go, and two further in the direction her target was moving towards. Hopefully the trick worked; she was already hurt and this fight was starting to turn out badly for her.

[laylatexts]

yo, my name's vannika (no last name) u got my sunglasses? i need them 4 tonight

Yes, Ms. No Last Name, I have them. I’m not particularly sure how you managed to get past the app like that, but I suppose the point’s moot.  You also failed to leave an address for delivery. That, I’m afraid, is needed.

[sendusablade]

your-dearest-lycaon replied to your photo “Hey, uh.  Looks like I’m finally out of the hospital.  I’m moving to a...”

yum

Found the person I’ll never let over.

[sendusablade]

your-dearest-lycaon replied to your post “Oh Great, there’s another one. ”

But more importantly, pajamas or no pajamas?

The answer depends solely on if I have a thick blanket.

[grimalkid]

@your-dearest-lycaon replied to your post “no offence but nothing hits harder than sleeping in those fluffy ass...”

The words of a man who never slept ass-naked on silk sheets

who says i havent