[Text] ♉ Summoner: Get your prongs a little dirty

[rebull]

[Because this isn't a horrible idea of anything considering who resides among his audience here but- he's just not one to wallow for too long and eventually evens out. Not that we won't fly away from the problem quickly or anything. Either way, he's in a good mood.]

hEY YOU BEAUT1FUL TRANSPORTS, aND 1 GUESS THE PREV1OUS RES1DENTS... aND OF COURSE THE FURRY AND FEATHERED FR1ENDS ABOUT HERE TOO, hEH, nOT THAT ALL OF YOU WOULD BE SEE1NG TH1S, oF COURSE.
1'M UH, nOT EXACTLY OPEN TO ALL 1NV1TAT1ONS, bUT 1 HAVE TO SAY A L1TTLE COMPANY WOULD DO ME REALLY WELL R1GHT NOW,
1F YOU KNOW WHAT 1 MEAN.
sOMETH1NG A L1TTLE HEAVY,
nOT THAT 1'M LOOK1NG FOR A F1GHT,
bUT A RESPECTABULL AND DYNAM1C ONE ON ONE BOUT 1S DEF1N1TELY THE TOP1C OF TH1S.

["Not open to all invitations," you know who you are.]

Comments

[aim_exorable]

[And a moment later-]

D --<3

[rebull]

[Oohh... now he's worried with how snappy Mindfang's getting, but, Darkleer is- his matesprit right now, so, all other decisions and problems aside he needs to continue as they should be right now. Ugh, this little heart is making his stomach a lot sicker than it should.]

<3

[aim_exorable]

[Oh thank god he replied to it. Off somewhere else possibly in the vicinity of a bird lusus, Darkleer breathes a sigh of relief and presses his face down against the surface of his worktable. Mindfang is exactly why he sent it.]