So, you've decided that adding me to your senseless menagerie is amusing and a good way to pass the time. There's no proper ale or bed here. Not even a fucking vampire to slay. Yet, here we are. Wasting time. As you sit there debating if you're going to shove me into this game that you're being "enabled" into.
[ Trevor sighs and crosses his arms. ]
Just... leave me out of it. We've got a year till the next season, so, just let me be. Or give me a fucking bed and I might consider this "application" you'll be writing.
Not that you're listening anyways.
[ Trevor sighs and crosses his arms. ]
Just... leave me out of it. We've got a year till the next season, so, just let me be. Or give me a fucking bed and I might consider this "application" you'll be writing.
Not that you're listening anyways.