Re: Kami's Pub
The bar was almost empty, empty of anything entertaining it was an bare wasteland bearing poor excuses for humans and the worst kinds of beings life had to offer; Freon Saiyans especially the kind Krudule was. Krudule had little money left within the pockets of his crimson mantle which lay across his back, covering the elevated high chair he happened to be seated upon; the Saiyan was a mess and by the looks of things he had been there all day, for he had no home.
His face was hung and grey; it could easily show that his life was existing in nothing but utter despair. He forced a small smile as his heavy left hand removed his visor from his face, and for the first time in a long time his eyes could see for themselves without the tinting of its scarlet vision or yellow cryptograms.
"First I was afraaaaaaaaid, I was petrified!"
The fastidiously Saiyan was seated backed to most of the people in the chilled saloon; he quickly lifted his left arm and poised his head under it to see what kind of a person was creating such a hideous racket. Well it wasn’t a hideous sound which the Changeling had made; but it was annoying to a great length to Krudule nonetheless.
"Darn…it"
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Originally Posted by bv
Lol, as funny as it is to pop up. It's sad when I have to log off guys.
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