james
smoking kills
"Oh well of course you don't." The snake retorted with a role of his eyes, thinking his new magical-fingered friend was a bit of a bore. "You would do though. Doesn't even have to be good dancing. Y'just move with the waves." So saying, the snake gyrated his hips, letting his arms sway as if beneath some warm ocean breeze.
"Oh aye, and what're we seeking out these glowy-fucks for?" James chimed, moving to stand next to Loren clearly intent on following him. Not that the snake thought the deer were real, but hell if they were, maybe he could light his cigarette on their antlers.
but so does love.
