XMr WorfX:
BaudriR:
X BlackFang X:
ChaseAIexander:
BaudriR:
X BlackFang X:
BaudriR:
XxLady Briannexx:
BaudriR:
X BlackFang X:
BaudriR:
XMr WorfX:
X BlackFang X:
XxLady Briannexx:
ChaseAIexander:
X BlackFang X:
BaudriR:
ChaseAIexander:
XxLady Briannexx:
BaudriR:
ChaseAIexander:
Ravin Black Rose:
ChaseAIexander:
XMr WorfX:
Ravin Black Rose:
X BlackFang X:
X BlackFang X:
X BlackFang X:
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::unsheathes his sword::
8.
::looks to Worf and snarls::
you should leave before you get in trouble...
::But defying the social can take the reverse form of a renewed outbreak::
::rolls off the couch and stands on his feet::
::of the social simulacrum,::
::Raises an eyebrow at Chase, glancing to Worf, walking to the bar, towards Chase::
::of social demand::
::walks to worf and grabs him by the neck, and lifts him off the ground::
::of demand for the social::
::lifted::
i should snap your nect for what you did to that girl last night....
::Raises an eyebrow at BlackFang::Huh...
:: turns back to brianne as he mummered lightly under his breath :: my love.....
*neck
::An exacerbated, compulsive hyperconformity::
:: his eyes flashed a dark yellow and then returned to normal ::
::As she arrives at him, she smiles, motioning to the stool next to him::May I sit?
::a much more pressing demand for the social as norm and as discourse::
be my guest
-=she walks, non-chalantly and simply pushes a piece of dark hair behind her slightly
:: he slowly sat down himself ::
Look guys Im not interested in any fighting this morning
pointed ear=-
::snarls and throws him out the door, and right into a tree::
::grabs his sword and throws it out after him::
::slams the door shut::
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