05-30-2021, 10:09 AM
IT'S A LONG WAY DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER.
”Spicy.” Arrow mused, stretching with a loud yawn before settling her skinny ass down nearby. Busy, busy, busy, hadn’t had much time to rest lately. Not that she would complain, she never complained when it mattered. The scent of organs and salt together made her eyes almost start to water, if only because the two combined was both knew and strong. Was it bad? Not particularly. Not any worse than paint, anyway. As far as accessorizing went, Arrow wasn’t one for the task, too many of her hobbies fucked with any potential attempts to look cleaned up. Unless it was something she could take off, that was. And unlike her dashing young son, she was not a rapscallion pirate of the seven seas. ”I like the black.”
”Spicy.” Arrow mused, stretching with a loud yawn before settling her skinny ass down nearby. Busy, busy, busy, hadn’t had much time to rest lately. Not that she would complain, she never complained when it mattered. The scent of organs and salt together made her eyes almost start to water, if only because the two combined was both knew and strong. Was it bad? Not particularly. Not any worse than paint, anyway. As far as accessorizing went, Arrow wasn’t one for the task, too many of her hobbies fucked with any potential attempts to look cleaned up. Unless it was something she could take off, that was. And unlike her dashing young son, she was not a rapscallion pirate of the seven seas. ”I like the black.”