02-08-2020, 08:07 PM
Finch rubs his neck where the bug stung him
[Imperial]-“Aye, though this isn’t.”
He rubs his hand covered in some big guts on his pants to wipe the gore away. As he does so it dawns on him.
[Imperial]-“Where did it come from? We go in the that direction.”
[Imperial]-“Aye, though this isn’t.”
He rubs his hand covered in some big guts on his pants to wipe the gore away. As he does so it dawns on him.
[Imperial]-“Where did it come from? We go in the that direction.”