a tempest, you was rising
Frowning for a moment, the ashes from his cigarette fell into his shirt, singeing the hair around one of James' nipples and causing him to squawk in outrage (and maybe a bit of pleasure too). "Uppity git." The snake said, waving a hand at the retreating priest or whatever he was.
With a yawn, James wriggled himself down in the dirt. He'd been having a rather lovely nap before he was interrupted, and he thought he might well like to get back to it.
With a yawn, James wriggled himself down in the dirt. He'd been having a rather lovely nap before he was interrupted, and he thought he might well like to get back to it.
& no i don't like to be this way
