[ Yeah, you wanted him back, this is all your fault. He laughs and lets himself be shoo'd back towards the hose, gathering his items up before he does though. The mole looks fucking resigned, as much as a mole can. ]
Aight aight, yo. So the fuck is goin' on? What was wid me runnin' into me? The fuck is this?
[ He holds the star shard out. The bones are his, though, he will chew on them later. ]
no subject
Aight aight, yo. So the fuck is goin' on? What was wid me runnin' into me? The fuck is this?
[ He holds the star shard out. The bones are his, though, he will chew on them later. ]