JAMES
'How very formal this'all sounds." James notes with a bright grin, the sarcastic lilt of his voice in no way an actual criticism of the plan. It's a good one. Definitely makes sense. And, not that he'd ever say it, but actually being included in something warms the moldy cockles of the snake's heart. He might act like he doesn't give a shit about much (and for the most part it's true), but damnit if he doesn't love Zeph just a little bit for the invite.
"Shall we all have secret badges? Or better yet, tattoos." Suddenly very interested in this idea, James begins to look the attendees over, trying to decide what the most scandalous and euphemistic depiction of their little organization could be.
"Shall we all have secret badges? Or better yet, tattoos." Suddenly very interested in this idea, James begins to look the attendees over, trying to decide what the most scandalous and euphemistic depiction of their little organization could be.
"HOLD THE FUCK UP" I say.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
