the dog king (markedman) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-12-10 00:11:00 |
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The sun is burning him alive and the pruno hangover he's nursing ain't helping none. He'd go for a little hair o' the dog that bit him, but the teeth on that rotgut wine ain't worth the relief. Rodeo rubs at his temple, scratching his fingers against his hair as he considers the makeshift chess board cobbled together from can tabs and bottle caps on top of the picnic table he sits across from Bishop at. |