04-22-2018, 10:52 PM
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He didn't really need any more jewelry, but he could see Luna joining the group and decided to join them, eyeing Rad's mess of (likely stolen) goods. He rolled his eyes at the use of the word "found" and coughed, shooting her a pointed look. A moment later, he pawed through the pile of pendants, conjuring a little moon one under his paw as he did so. "Here," he commented, dragging the moon towards him and sliding it towards Luna, evidently pretending he just so happened to conveniently locate one. "A moon, yeah?"
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]