He'd throttle the bitch, he swear he'd have to. Kick, shove, stomp- she did whatever she could to try and remove him from what was rightfully his; the bed. It was one thing to be put out for a few days, but another to be harassed so annoyingly for it, too. And to top things off, yeah, he just might have been thinkin with the wrong head. So scrambled or not, he practically growled his next words.
"I don't even ruttin' care about Lalataru at this point. Get out, or move over, Z."Â
Just minutes ago, he was pressed up against (and pressing against) the gal J had brought home. The poor little mi'quote was playing with fire, this is not how you handle a ticking time bomb who is blue in the luggage.Â
"Tomorrow we move on with it. And I swear if I have your fleas.. you're going out that window."
Itch. Itch. ITCH!
"I don't even ruttin' care about Lalataru at this point. Get out, or move over, Z."Â
Just minutes ago, he was pressed up against (and pressing against) the gal J had brought home. The poor little mi'quote was playing with fire, this is not how you handle a ticking time bomb who is blue in the luggage.Â
"Tomorrow we move on with it. And I swear if I have your fleas.. you're going out that window."
Itch. Itch. ITCH!
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~