Separate names with a comma.
Don't change the subject.
"Chill dude"? I'm sorry, but didn't he just pass out a virus and hijack an admin's account? Or is that just me in my little imaginary world?
Look below you.
Percy Star let out an excited gasp. He trotted over to an unopened bottle of wine. "Y-You are mine." He murmured, grabbing it. He opened the...
Narrowleaf hung his head and trotted back to Rosy. "Th-This is all my fault... All of it. I should've ran outs-side..." he murmured.
"Right. Lady, you comin'?" He asked Mouse, opening the door for the two mares. "If so, hurry up. We don't have much time."
"Do you want me to smuggle you two into the city or not?" Percy asked. "It's safer out there than it is here. Unless you're infected."
"Wasted my bullets shooting bandits, anyways." Percy mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Now, C'mon, I want you two to follow me. Bring your supplies....
American. It's the best, yo.
Narrowleaf cringed. "I-I'm s-s-sorry! Please, f-forgive me." He begged, slowly trotting to a barrel filled with blood. He grabbed a goblet from a...
You told me to guess.
Is it Vanilla Zephyr? Maybe Nic Cage. Or Narrowleaf?
*insert .gif of a person nodding their head here*
I have Scandinavian blood in my viens AND I live in Minnesota. That's close enough, right?
"Why not just suck me dry, and get it over with, Rosy? It'd be quicker..." Narrowleaf suggested.
We're just a fandom.
Percy attempted to block the cowbar with his already injured arm. "Argh! Y-You crazy mare!" He screamed, holding onto his hoof.
Percy walked to the bag, dropping Mouse. He opened the bag and sighed. "You're not going to survive on this stuff. Take these." He said, dropping...
"Keep calm, lady. I don't have any bullets loaded." Percy whispered to Mouse. "Hurry the hell up, kid!" He barked, taking a step forward.
Percy put his hoof around Mouse's neck and placed the barrel of his gun to her head. "I'm a bandit. Now give me your bag, or this one gets it." He...
