by MarketTheBloodLine » 07/26/2009 12:06 AM
Aquitia huffed and walked up to John.
"I believe I am the oldest, and therefore, I get first say in everything. Amirrakling is playing with that fickle yarn she was bought."
The Kuhna's voice was surprisingly deep for a female voice, the sound one would associate with dripping honey. Before she could say what she wanted, however, Rebeanaduct stepped over and knocked her over shoving his paintbrush in John's face.
"Now you listen here man, I am an artist, emotion is my life, you will not tell me to-"
He was cut off by a tackle from a hissing Aquitia, soon they were running around the room in a fighting frenzy.
Ottonomy had gotten into the food in the meantime, spilling Merry-Os everywhere, Amirrakling had unraveled the yarn and gotten both her and Boots stuck in it, as well as John's two feet.
"It's ironic that a wolf would be the first of your sacrificial lambs."
~ Seto Kaiba ~