COLT
He looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
Jack's as helpful as a milk bucket under a bull. He clearly knows Vesper, but stays tight lipped about any relation. Maybe he's not the proud dad sort, bumper stickers plastered all over his ship touting Vesper, Caly, and Nova as his honor roll kids. All the livestock breeding she's done over the years has certainly trained her eye for similarities, but genetics also like to stick it to you and throw out a red baby from a long line of black parents, so she can't really be sure, and the shape of a cow's ass is a lot easier to read than Jack. So... maybe they're not related at all, and she's just too hung up on a different set of eyes, wishing they were the ones looking back at her.
Doesn't matter much to her now, she's already made up her mind to fuck off before she says or does something she regrets. "Fuck's sake, he's a horse," she chokes out with a bright laugh, easing some of the strain, but not enough to linger. Shaking her head at his fuckery she spares him one last lingering look, still uncertain, still drawn in, before Chocolate's unsteady stride carries her safely away at the insistence of her heels. "Adios," she calls out with a tip of her hand by her hat, encouraging a more ground-traveling pace from Chocolate.
[FIN]
Doesn't matter much to her now, she's already made up her mind to fuck off before she says or does something she regrets. "Fuck's sake, he's a horse," she chokes out with a bright laugh, easing some of the strain, but not enough to linger. Shaking her head at his fuckery she spares him one last lingering look, still uncertain, still drawn in, before Chocolate's unsteady stride carries her safely away at the insistence of her heels. "Adios," she calls out with a tip of her hand by her hat, encouraging a more ground-traveling pace from Chocolate.
[FIN]
He only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
