Sep 30, 2016
@sungodofdarkness
“Aion, c’mere for a sec.”
Without any explanation, or real warning, Crow was on his toes and hooking an arm over Aion’s shoulders. Meanwhile, his other hand was up in the air, aiming a phone at the two of them. A grin crossed Crow’s face, and the device flashed.
Phase one complete.
Satisfied, he let the lion go in favor of looking down at the yellow phone in his hand; the dragon mark painted over it left no question as to who it belonged to.
“Can you believe he left this laying around? Gonna make sure he thinks twice next time.”
