Sweet Cinnamoth
EXP: 37,766, Level: 8
Level completed: 31%,
EXP required for next Level: 6,234
Fucknopefucknopefucknope-
Like hell he was going to touch that whiskey. For all he knew, she had an immunity to some kind of poison or drug that he didn't. Fenn's gaze narrowed from fear to anger. Without taking his eyes off of her, he swiped the drink off of the table with one hand, much as a misbehaving cat might.
Golden liquid and foam spattered across the floor, mingling with rainwater. "Oops", did he do that?
Note to self; stop getting kidnapped. Somehow. Why was she even here? Whatever she claimed was lies, lies, lies. The boy was frozen from the waist-down and shaking from the waist-up in fear. Bubbling up in his mind were vague recollections of dark room and hot metal pressing into hi- nope! Fenn broke his fierce eye contact to wince and grab his wrist. This was not how he wanted this evening to go! With his other hand, he quickly frosted over the side of the weathered tabletop facing the Tarot-claimed table he had just been whisked away from.
HELP ME, he scrawled quickly.
Last edited by FennWenn; 09-05-2017 at 09:00 AM.
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