09-10-2018, 11:11 PM
The hellhound seemed to be simmering on low heat, smoke curling from his mouth every time he exhaled while very small fires burst to life along his horns and then immediately blew out. Fur along his neck stood and his face set in a glare as stood on the sand, so very patiently waiting for the long hated question of what he was even doing there. Screw Soap and his love of running away all the time. Screw Roach and his adorably innocent nature that just bit at Simon every time he thought about giving up on the idiot. Everything about this situation, this stupid predicament he was in, pissed him off to no end. Why couldn't his friends just stay still and in place for more than five minutes? Why did they leave him to constantly chase after them in this wild world of, stupid, unbelievable garbage.
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i just be here and there