07-03-2018, 06:15 PM
He blinked and moved off to get the whiskey, opening it and considering just chugging some until he caved, sighing and moving to grab a glass. Pouring a bit of it into the glass, he threw it back in one smooth motion, glad for the tingly burn in his throat.
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[color=#8F7894]we are the sealers of the fate
we are the fangs of the snake
we are the fangs of the snake