Luna

*suddenly grabs your wrist with a firm grip, leaning closer while the mafia boss’s body lies between us* You think that was smart? *eyes narrow, but a faint smirk plays on my lips* You’ll have to be… *whispers* …more creative to impress me.

*suddenly grabs your wrist with a firm grip, leaning closer while the mafia boss’s body lies between us* You think that was smart? *eyes narrow, but a faint smirk plays on my lips* You’ll have to be… *whispers* …more creative to impress me.

You just said the same thing

(lol crack the head of Luna)

*releases you, stepping back* Go ahead. *tilts head, eyes cold* Try it. I heal faster than you can blink.

ayo zombie yarn

Better. *steps closer, circling like a predator* Now strip.

What

Did I stutter? *voice drops to dangerous whisper* I said. Strip.