04-22-2018, 12:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-22-2018, 07:50 PM by BASTILLEPAW.)
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Distracted, he almost missed that the Seraph was speaking to him, until he realized with a cringe that his absolute fool of a leader was making a horrible mistake (again). ”Fuck, uh, okay,” he said awkwardly, looking a bit sullen before he switched subjects quickly, ”Look, I already went and questioned everyone about Luna, uh, a few days ago. No one has seen her.” He scowled, and added irritably, ”Pretty sure Beck was lying, though. Those shady fucks probably have her, if you wanna check in closer on them, I guess.” He looked bitter about it, as if regretting that he didn’t push harder about Luna’s whereabouts.
He glanced at Suite as she spoke, and nodded absently. ”If Tanglewood does have Luna, Typhoon might help us. They’re on shitty fucking terms with them at the moment.” He felt a brief pang of sympathy for Fish. He liked Fish, actually. ”It’d be good to establish a better bond with them. I think those ideas.”
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