Lazily the snake looked up, flashing the Potter a slow smile...right before a grouping of cards fell directly onto his face. Blowing them away, his charming smile never faltering, the thief shrugged his boney shoulders. “Y’know, when ye say it like that..” Grinning easily now, James patted the cold hard floor next to him. It wasn’t particularly comfortable, but the attuned wasn’t much of a complainer. Well, he absolutely was about some things. Floors were just not one of them. Besides, if Amun couldn’t drink, smoke, fuck, or really feel, then he probably wouldn’t be too arsed about being asked to sit on the ground.
“Quite the assortment of anti heros and hero wannabes in this place. Y’notice that?”
“Quite the assortment of anti heros and hero wannabes in this place. Y’notice that?”
{steps on my own emotions and grinds
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
