TheFellDragon

I have, on occasion, been known to find myself in the middle of what one might call unsavory dealings involving any manner of illicit, immoral, or illegal activity. I have, on occasion, even been known to instigate these sorts of things, and I admit this, but— but! I swear on my dying breath that I had absolutely nothing to do with the incident at the casino last August. On my honor. One might suggest that the reason the place burned down was because of a certain grudge against me, and the grudge-holder coming across the information that I would be present at the facility on the alleged day, but I assure you that this is false. In the

His palms are sweaty. His fingers are sweaty. His armpits are sweaty, oh god, he’s gross and Mikleo’s right there, holding his hand and Sorey hopes to whatever’s living in heaven above that Mikleo isn’t finding him as gross as he’s finding himself in this very moment. “Sorry,” Mikleo says, voice as smooth as ice, “we were just wondering if you had any couple discounts?” Sorey wants to die. The sales associate hums, bringing a finger to her chin as she considers. After a deliberately drawn out moment in which Sorey concentrates all his efforts towards not saying anything at all so help h