Fuck it was good to be back in Torchline. Much as James enjoyed his time with the fox and all his fine tobaccos and body parts, there was nothing like the sun and the sand to thoroughly chaff all the parts of the thief that had grown too soft.
Day drunk on the sand bar, the thief wore little more than just a bit of bright cloth tied around his waist. At the right (or wrong, depending) angle, James' bait and tackle were on full display. Not that he minded of course.
Humming something entirely inappropriate under his breath, one arm slung over his eyes, the thief waggled his toes in time with the shanty drunkenly leaving his lips.
Day drunk on the sand bar, the thief wore little more than just a bit of bright cloth tied around his waist. At the right (or wrong, depending) angle, James' bait and tackle were on full display. Not that he minded of course.
Humming something entirely inappropriate under his breath, one arm slung over his eyes, the thief waggled his toes in time with the shanty drunkenly leaving his lips.
{steps on my own emotions and grinds
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
