(( Jarid: "Yeah...a*****e here makes me use terminology everyone else in the world let die years ago.."
Me: You want me to make you to lose your arm like the OTHER roleplays...?"
Jarid: "....."
Me: "Keep hopin', loverboy. You might become right-handed by the time this story ends!!))
"You know. A hit. An assassination." Jarid told her, one of his arms still wrapped around her shoulder.
"Sure, we'd need 'Bro's approval, but more than likely, he'd OK it without much thought if we told him the a*****e developed Weiss' suit on the lives of children."
❖ Enigmatic Fabliaux ❖
Role-Play, Fiction, Writing Guild
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