"I think it's what's in the blood the tickled your fancy if I recall correctly. This nice package it's wrapped up in is just marketing really." Continuing to flit and flail as if he was properly trying to get away (he wasn't), the snake pulled in a horrified gasp as Amun whispered in his ear. "Starters?!" He repeated, horrified, eyebrows raised nearly into his hair line. "Y'make me sound like i'm here to be an appetizer." Looking indignant and offended all while still managing to come across effortlessly cheeky, James tossed his head. "Well I won't have it. I'm a main course or nothing." He didn't even really know what he was arguing anymore, but his musical accent carried the words easily over the playful scowl on his lips.
Opening his lips to form an O and then winking, the thief shrunk instantly into a long and lean black noodle that slithered quickly across the floor, looping around to hopefully find his way up the potter's pant leg.
Opening his lips to form an O and then winking, the thief shrunk instantly into a long and lean black noodle that slithered quickly across the floor, looping around to hopefully find his way up the potter's pant leg.
{steps on my own emotions and grinds
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
