[There was that subtle bristling, shoulders hunched and a slight wheeze to his voice that was nearly hidden by the low growling drawl of his voice.]
Like I said- [Shadows grew darker as they drew in to his own, but not yet crawling up. They kept to the ground, almost appearing to ripple. A slight chill hitting the air. Crisp. Sharp.] -it's none of your business.
None of it.
[No chance in hell he was letting Reaper look over anything.]
no subject
Like I said- [Shadows grew darker as they drew in to his own, but not yet crawling up. They kept to the ground, almost appearing to ripple. A slight chill hitting the air. Crisp. Sharp.] -it's none of your business.
None of it.
[No chance in hell he was letting Reaper look over anything.]