(๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐๐ฌ๐ญ /๐ฌ๐๐ฆ๐ข/๐๐ฑ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฉ๐จ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ.)
Enjoying the spoils of the corporate life.
๐๐ฅ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ง ๐๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐.
The story of how vindict got his optics was.. Well, it was horrifying.. He closed his eyes in response as he attached a spraying nozzle connected to a hose via the tap.
โ You.. You poor man.. I couldn't imagine.. โ he shook the thought from his head before turning to the >
< wounded man once more.
โ Put your leg in the tub, don't need you bleeding all over the floor.. โ
Once he had, Llewellyn would wash out the wound thoroughly while being as gentle as he could. Soapy suds dyed red with blood left a trail to the drain.
( Llewellyn noticed the rocker boy's eyes almost immediately, it wouldn't be long before he's pulling a blueberry flavoured cigarette from it. )
Oh? I think there is.. You know what that would be?
( he lights the cigarette before placing the filter to his own lips.
The end burnt brightly as he pulled a breath from the cigarette, the sweet smell was carried by the smoke as he blew it towards the rockerboy. )
Collateral. Beat up some gonk, 'least you know where you're fists' gonna go. Blow somethin' up. . . Can't be too sure who gets >
The noises out of Pacifica are enough for him to never go there.
If we're talking about the noise coming from ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐๐ญ๐ก Pacifica? Absolutely not.