pretty good at bad decisions
Thinking he meant kinky shit rather than boxing (who wouldn’t), the snake merely nodded as if he fully understood. “Don’t I know it, mate.” He chortled, even though it looked like a strong breeze might do some serious damage given just how scrawny James was. “But seriously, your cock must be tucked into your socks.” The thief noted, shaking out a sandalled foot as if the head of his own penis might surface. However tight as his pants were, they left little to no room for one’s imagination.
“Man after me own heart you’are.” The snake said by way of thanks, accepting the cigarette. “Mmmm.” He begins to answer, sucking in as he held the tip of the cigarette into the flame until it began to smoulder, before pulling back and shaking his head. Keeping the smoke in his lungs for far too long before breathing out, making a show of relishing the taste. “Mm, born and raised. Not this shit hole though, don’t get me wrong. This place is right shite what with all the brown and the monsters?” Tsking he shook his head ruefully.
Pulling open the door to the tunnel towards the Rathskelleror whatever the fuck leads there now I have no idea, James offered Jata the gentlemanly after you gesture, as he took another long drag.
“Man after me own heart you’are.” The snake said by way of thanks, accepting the cigarette. “Mmmm.” He begins to answer, sucking in as he held the tip of the cigarette into the flame until it began to smoulder, before pulling back and shaking his head. Keeping the smoke in his lungs for far too long before breathing out, making a show of relishing the taste. “Mm, born and raised. Not this shit hole though, don’t get me wrong. This place is right shite what with all the brown and the monsters?” Tsking he shook his head ruefully.
Pulling open the door to the tunnel towards the Rathskeller
not super into giving a shit
