08-19-2018, 11:24 PM
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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #B07224; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]BROKEN, RUINED, DEAD.
"She would have gotten her ass handed to her if Bastille fought back." Onision grunted in reply, rolling his eyes. Dramatic women. Moving a bit to let Margaery slide into place beside him, the chocolate solid feline merely gave a look of disgust as Crowdcontrol left the place. Well, they could fight outside. He didn't care. His temper was short these days anyways.
"Thea, I don't give a fuck if you think you can fight everyone as you please, but learn your place, yeah? Nobody wants to see your ass waggling everywhere as you try to swat at someone who can put your ass in a grave." He snapped grumpily, before turning to Bastilleprisoner once more. "Is there anything else to know? If so, I have a Starpool to go visit."
[/td][/tr][/table]"Thea, I don't give a fuck if you think you can fight everyone as you please, but learn your place, yeah? Nobody wants to see your ass waggling everywhere as you try to swat at someone who can put your ass in a grave." He snapped grumpily, before turning to Bastilleprisoner once more. "Is there anything else to know? If so, I have a Starpool to go visit."
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