10-05-2018, 03:58 PM
[div style="; width: 55%; margin-left: 180px; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]"Passed down for generations my ass," Counters Moon, sounding like his tongue's gone a little limp. "If this is what yourma, and your ma's ma, and your ma's ma's ma's fuckin' ma left behind, it's a good fuckin' thing they're six feet under." Despite Moon's scolding, and despite the fire that continued to turn the village that was his taste buds to ash, there was a small part of him that was absurdly, perversely impressed, and his words lacked any real anger, any real threat. Screw him for assuming this was going to be some glorious bushy-tailed visit from Allies with the lovely addition of some sweet treats, then. "For shame," He scoffs, equally as scandalized. "What the hell kinda' bunny are you, anyway? What happened to carrot cake, huh?"
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]