[ who wants the worm... not murr. he rather have the mouse. or the gems. the latter of which he'd been able to win in a few of those games! pays to be a gambler at a casino, huh? what happened after that was a little fuzzy. not like, a fun kind of fuzzy? more like wool being rubbed on his brain kind of fuzzy. the kind that leaves static electricity that would make a cat's fur stand up on end.
and now? it's the scent of smoke that touches his nose as his eyes slowly open to meet the smiling ones of a familiar face. ]
Forgotten 'em? Or did ya gamble 'em away?
[ watch him bat at the smoke before he taps the butt of the cigar with one finger. ]
morning after
and now? it's the scent of smoke that touches his nose as his eyes slowly open to meet the smiling ones of a familiar face. ]
Forgotten 'em? Or did ya gamble 'em away?
[ watch him bat at the smoke before he taps the butt of the cigar with one finger. ]