11-30-2020, 02:54 PM
At the call of his mother, Romulus was not surprised. Unlike their child, his parents always had a spark of creativity and held a certain interesting flare. Nevertheless, it entertained him. The lion was thankful for their companionship and parenthood, as they had raised him properly. Her desperate plead for insults only made him smirk as he wandered over. Periwinkle hues settled on her figure, offering a curious brow raise in response.
His gaze shifted to their surroundings and noticed no one else had shown up yet. How unpleasant. Were they too cowardly to be criticized? Romulus wasn't sure he wanted to participate either if he was going to be his mother's only target. A paw raised to his chin. Rubbing it lightly, the wanderer concluded he would participate. He deeply questioned his choice as soon as he started to speak. "Would you roast your child, mother dearest?" he offered with a smile. His intuition said she would. She probably couldn't help roasting a fire under his bum for all the things he did as a child. Hell, he dared her to say something. The nephilim would only analyze their surroundings and throw down equally.
His gaze shifted to their surroundings and noticed no one else had shown up yet. How unpleasant. Were they too cowardly to be criticized? Romulus wasn't sure he wanted to participate either if he was going to be his mother's only target. A paw raised to his chin. Rubbing it lightly, the wanderer concluded he would participate. He deeply questioned his choice as soon as he started to speak. "Would you roast your child, mother dearest?" he offered with a smile. His intuition said she would. She probably couldn't help roasting a fire under his bum for all the things he did as a child. Hell, he dared her to say something. The nephilim would only analyze their surroundings and throw down equally.
ROMULUS MALUS
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