10-06-2008, 03:56 PM
Brandon smirked, as he hid the firearm once again. He wouldn't shoot Jask. He was a prick about the rent, but, Brandon understood why.
"Well then Isaac. I'm Brandon, the resident pot-dealer, practitioner of the occult, and doer of "other stuff"." He chuckled, as he extended his paw to shake Isaac's hand, "so, I see you already met Atilla the Hund."
Shade walked out from the kitchen to greet her new neighbor. The front of her shirt was a little wet, and she was wearing yellow gloves, indicating that she was doing dishes.
"Hi. I'm Shade, Shade Darkhalzen. I see you've met Brandon, my boyfriend." She smiled softly, then looked back at Brandon, "did you get the car fixed, wuffy?"
Brandon nodded, looking at Jask, "that's why the rent's late. Parts for my car aint cheap."
"Well then Isaac. I'm Brandon, the resident pot-dealer, practitioner of the occult, and doer of "other stuff"." He chuckled, as he extended his paw to shake Isaac's hand, "so, I see you already met Atilla the Hund."
Shade walked out from the kitchen to greet her new neighbor. The front of her shirt was a little wet, and she was wearing yellow gloves, indicating that she was doing dishes.
"Hi. I'm Shade, Shade Darkhalzen. I see you've met Brandon, my boyfriend." She smiled softly, then looked back at Brandon, "did you get the car fixed, wuffy?"
Brandon nodded, looking at Jask, "that's why the rent's late. Parts for my car aint cheap."
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
