Director Veld Dragoon

“Looking that way, and you are growing old too fast, Verudo.” Simply raise one invaginated index to rub the sore spot between the brunette’s brows from my languid recline with chin resting upon hand.

“I think I’ve lived longer than I was supposed to, kid.”

I hate it when people ask “do you trust me” like …don’t call me out like that ……..the answer is no

“I don’t want to hear the president bitch about his porn pillar getting burnt down.” Sadly he wasn’t quite cruel enough to leave his brats to deal with the jackass.

Grimacing a little Genesis nodded. “Point taken. Not to mention that Laz would be on me if we did it.” Director mom had enough work to do already. “So how are we going to do this?”

“Terrify some cadets into carrying it for us. while we guard the damn thing.” he replied annoyed glaring at the writhing body's carved into the annoying pillar.

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