07-18-2018, 08:37 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]It was no secret he didn't get along with Caboose. He liked to think they were best friends, even claiming that to other people. But Church knew that it was one-sided. Really, he was surprised anyone here could tolerate the guy. Either way, he trots over to Margaery, unsure what she wanted from the two of them. He didn't like the other soldier, but he did like her--enough to tolerate his presence, at least.
"Yo, what's up, Marg?" he asks, curious but also dreading what she had in store. He hadn't noticed the shirt yet, and it was probably for the best he didn't, not yet.
"SPEECH"
"Yo, what's up, Marg?" he asks, curious but also dreading what she had in store. He hadn't noticed the shirt yet, and it was probably for the best he didn't, not yet.
"SPEECH"