"They're right disgusting," you snort in reply to Sam's comment, your eyes flickering back to the strangely saccharine couple. Get a gods-damned room. At least they don't seem too determined to destroy the place, and their painting is actually... Okay. You guess.
Rising up and wiping your hands on your pants, you fix Sam with a raised brow. "Sure you wanna leave 'em alone? Might need another scrub after." Again you scowl at them, scrunching up your nose. You wouldn't be surprised. Not at fucking all.
You're an obedient helper (for once); there's no more protest as you follow Sam, ready to make the right introductions, to begin his indoctrination into the Torchline Scene.
Rising up and wiping your hands on your pants, you fix Sam with a raised brow. "Sure you wanna leave 'em alone? Might need another scrub after." Again you scowl at them, scrunching up your nose. You wouldn't be surprised. Not at fucking all.
You're an obedient helper (for once); there's no more protest as you follow Sam, ready to make the right introductions, to begin his indoctrination into the Torchline Scene.
and in the sea that's painted black
creatures lurk below the deckbut you're my king and i'm your lionheart
creatures lurk below the deckbut you're my king and i'm your lionheart
