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ask-monkcoon ha respondido a tu publicación “I’m in mood of draw shit scribbles like this for this...”
Wukong swinging
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"A foot stool."
If my Muse was a Deity, what Offerings Would you Leave at Their Shrine?
“And in return I will leave you a dead family, curse, and rain meteors down on Ionia for good measure.”
13.What gets them flustered
- Kind touches- Asking him about his feelings- Being tickled- Being given gifts
A young Monkcoon walked through the streets of Bilgewater, around the age of 19 or 20, it was hard for him to keep track. He turned towards the where he had his hide out, counting out the coins from his latest sale of stolen goods. Turning into a dark alley, he looked up and saw his face, amused by a wanted poster of himself. That is when he saw a red dot appear on the forehead of the paper.
BANG!
A bullet was fired from Void’s sniper and hit Monk’s head on the poster. Right between the eyes
“I'll have to hand it to you. You’re harder to track than most people. Let me just say that its nothing personal. You just have a hefty bounty on your head.” Void said, walking closer and pointing his sniper forwards, this time, pointing at the real Monk.
"Do you have live births or is it eggs?"
“...Seriously? This question again? Look at these hips. These aren’t egg laying hips.”
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The vashtaya thief carried a heavy sack around, looking through the streets of Piltover. Trying to remember from memory he headed towards the workshop of the inventor Rin. Her reputation proceeded her and there was quite a price for some of her tech, probably easy enough to scope out the place. He was there to ask her for help, not to rob her. Besides, it would probably not end well after the last inventor he tried to rob. He knocked on her workshop door, hoping she could help.
Rin was busy with work as always in Piltover Customs when, strangely, someone decided to knock rather than come through the entrance. Huh, did she not flip the sign on? She was surprised she heard it anyways, as the machinery inside was well at work and humming noisily to their own beats.
She got up from her station, padding up to the front door and opening it awkwardly. “Uh, yes, hello? Door’s open, shop’s open. What can I do for y....” she eyed the strange creature up and down. Vastaya? How odd, she’d met very few and for one to openly be trotting around Piltover in daylight was quite a feat. She quickly spotted the bag on his back, and attire, before squinting at him and damn near slamming the door.
“You’d best be here to ask questions, foreigner, because if not, you’re extremely stupid or just a very bad thief.”
Stares at the Bat Vastayah. "Welp.... hot dam. You are one sexy fucker. Wanna... hang around for a while?"
Teeth bared, fangs showed and Talon spread his wings in a threatening manner. “Shove off! Your presence is an insult to my nose!”
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