#yaffee

“I don’t have the time..," he sighs.

CALL! THE POLICE! NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO BE HORNY ON MAIN

cloud: breathes

y’all:

While Scarlet wasn’t usually one for wine, she had to admit that the Wutaian variety she took a sip of was pleasant on the tongue. The same could be said of Turtle Paradise itself--she couldn’t help but find it relaxing, in spite of how cautious she knew she had to be. The war may have been over, but if anyone knew how deep the wounds still ran? It was the blond. Maybe that was why the President had insisted that she come along, even if he knew that she and Heidegger would be at each others’ throats at the slightest provocation. The drunken bastard had mercifully forgotten about her existence in favor of harassing the barkeep for more sake.

And here I thought ‘Out of sight, out of mind.’ was just a cliche. Maybe I’ll be lucky and they’ll run him through--

The sudden presence of someone sitting beside her snapped her mental meandering neatly in half, bringing her back to the present. Glancing to her right, a faint smile was offered to the dark-haired girl that had decided to invade her personal space. While she was fairly certain that she had just been joined by the princess of Wutai, she got the feeling that being formal wasn’t what Yufi wanted. As such?

ABYSMAL. The looming darkness, persuading one’s curiosity in its gathered nature, swallowed the interior of the tunnel with little mercy. Fractures was the entrance, initially the hallways beyond being hidden and for who knows how long before an earthquake had dislodged the opening.