cola with the burnt-out taste

*Baldur* · (This post was last modified: 03-02-2014, 12:52 PM by Baldur.)

N?tt greeted him with just as much enthusiasm but Baldur didn't fret over it. They'd never really gotten along all that well and tending to interact in straight forward formality if anything. She agreed with him though which on one paw was a surprise but then on another Baldur didn't know anyone who was mad enough to wear a rotting carcass on themselves. For the first time in a long while Baldur found himself wishing Loki were here, if not for the chance to gross him out. The reaction would almost be worth a mouthful of maggots.

The delusional one hissed suddenly and Baldur turned on him fangs bared and hackles raised. He could sense the change in the others demeanor. Yes, he was definitely damaged in the head.

"I claim to be nothing other than what I am, brute. A wolf. As for your attire you are clearly sick in the head to prance around with spoilt food on your head like some sort of clown."

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