Hellwasp Daisy Chain
Jun. 19th, 2018 11:22 amGraverobber's chilling at the bar top enjoying a cold beer, doing his thing. It's been a busy summer of wheeling and dealing and stealing, so he's glad for a moment to just sit and have a little alcoholic wheat juice to relax with.
At least until he feels a sharp stinging in his neck that knocks him out of his relaxed state, making him shout "MotherFUCKER" in a much louder voice than was probably necessary. He tries to smack at the bug but it's already flown away, leaving no evidence of its existence apart from the sting mark on Graverobber's skin.
Weirdly, as he sits down, his first thought isn't about the bug, but about his cursing. Did he just shout foul language in a public place? What a rude thing to do. Hm.
At least until he feels a sharp stinging in his neck that knocks him out of his relaxed state, making him shout "MotherFUCKER" in a much louder voice than was probably necessary. He tries to smack at the bug but it's already flown away, leaving no evidence of its existence apart from the sting mark on Graverobber's skin.
Weirdly, as he sits down, his first thought isn't about the bug, but about his cursing. Did he just shout foul language in a public place? What a rude thing to do. Hm.

