i licked it so it's mine

james

smoking kills

Hearing a song—well, not a song really—the snake halted his stomping and tilted his head into the wind looking for all the world like a deer caught in lantern-light. A wiry smile stole across his far too thin features as he picked up a trot towards Loren, pulling his booted-but-other-wise-mostly-bare-legs high out of the snow. Breathless from this (excessive smoking, drinking, and a complete lack of muscle did not a snow-runner make), James leaned against a tree huffing and puffing, though fixed the summoner with a cheeky and bright grin just the same.

"S'abit of a shit song, really. Doesn't even rhyme, mate." The snake said with a confident and smug chuckle. "Take this for example," Standing up straight and clearing his throat, James put a hand to his mostly-sunken chest and struck a performative stance. "Now down in the valley of Shneel, lived a woman who loved to reveal. With her curtains well drawn, standing bare as a fawn, she'd do this really neat trick with an eel." So sang, the snake's accent helped to liven up the horrific prose, as did his bobbing eyebrows and overly suggestive hand and pelvic movements.

but so does love.