there's a bullet in my pocket

*Tyrian* · 11-26-2021, 11:38 AM

The throbbing was really taking center stage now. It felt like a headache drilling in from the outside. Oddly enough it was only coming from one column and not the other. Not that he would complain about the asymmetry. One aching crystal horn he could handle but two? Tyrian hated to bother his equally oozy brother but he'd be awfully tempted to beg him for a concoction if it came to that.

"What the fuck is on your face?" Tyrian peeked out from under his paw which was now pressed to his forehead in an effort to shoo the headache away. A little guy, some loner he'd never seen before, was staring up at him as though he'd sprouted hor- oh. Okay yeah fair enough.

"Eyes, nose, ears - you know, the works," he snarked back coldly. "I ain't a charity - if you need help with your colors too ask someone else." The world was rife with sick creatures and not even living under a rock would spare you from an encounter with the Ooze which meant this guy was just a dick.

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there's a bullet in my pocket

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