WITHOUT ME | GATOR FEEDINGS

[arcy]

[align=center]

[glow=#000,1,400]all you've ever done is been a noose to hang on to — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]"Are you saying there's literally no reason you're doing this besides the pure joy," Crowley says, delighted. Unfortunately, his other clanmates have already faded to background noise. Delilah had not offered even a single solid reason as to why she was doing this. I mean, to be fair, Crowley never had a reason for feeding the ducks, despite what he may say. But there was an awfully large difference between ducks and alligators. Difference being the alligators were strangely rabid, and would gladly kill any of them, apparently.
"Would I!" The serval hoots as Delilah acknowledges him, already wild-eyed with excitement behind his sunglasses. Uncertain of how to take to the .. floating fish, he awkwardly grabs at it with his front paws, wings spreading out to balance. His grin may be considered mildly unsettling as he pauses for a moment, and then tosses it out into the swarm. Just as quickly as it was thrown, it was gone. "Oh my fucking ..." Crowley whispers. His enjoyment of this could be attributed to his demonic nature, if one really wanted to. In all honesty, though, it really wasn't. Crowley was just that sort of person -- you know, the type that lost their minds over alligator feedings. "How much more are you feeding them?" He demands, the implications clear. Look, there's just no way Crowley is going to willingly sit and just watch as she feeds them.