06-08-2018, 04:46 PM
Life is confusingâ€â€that’s pretty obvious by now, isn’t it? To Brendan it is. When he had first left flintlock, he despised it, called it something that he never wanted to go back to, but now? He isn’t so sure if those feelings are the same these days. Well...maybe they are, but It really perplexes him that he finds himself trekking up some snowy hill with a red wagon trailing behind him.
Truth be told, when he had first heard that flintlock had switched territories, he was pissed; flintlock is his home, the place where he got to meet win and dick and damian, and he’d be damned if someone decided to fuck it all up and throw any past ideologies in the garbage. So yeah, he’s going to give Johannes a piece of his mind, and scoot that wimpy "leader" back up to where he rightfully belonged: in the old flintlock’s jail.
Okay, wait noâ€â€that’s a little too harsh.
Eyebrows furrowing, Brendan ceases to a halt in his heavy tracks, panting for breath a little as he drops the handle to the red wagon. Uncomfortably does he shift around the red and black winter coat he wears, sighing as he once again remembers that it’s too short for him now.
"you guys okay?" brendan asks, turning his cranium back to glance at the wagon where all of his chickens are.
He receives a few clucks in response and, now satisfied, the young teenager faces the ski lodge...only for any form of satisfaction to wipe away from his face. Frown tightening and eyebrows furrowing once more, Brendan crosses his arms, shaking his head with a harsh sigh.
"God, this place sucks."
[/div]made by hootowls.Truth be told, when he had first heard that flintlock had switched territories, he was pissed; flintlock is his home, the place where he got to meet win and dick and damian, and he’d be damned if someone decided to fuck it all up and throw any past ideologies in the garbage. So yeah, he’s going to give Johannes a piece of his mind, and scoot that wimpy "leader" back up to where he rightfully belonged: in the old flintlock’s jail.
Okay, wait noâ€â€that’s a little too harsh.
Eyebrows furrowing, Brendan ceases to a halt in his heavy tracks, panting for breath a little as he drops the handle to the red wagon. Uncomfortably does he shift around the red and black winter coat he wears, sighing as he once again remembers that it’s too short for him now.
"you guys okay?" brendan asks, turning his cranium back to glance at the wagon where all of his chickens are.
He receives a few clucks in response and, now satisfied, the young teenager faces the ski lodge...only for any form of satisfaction to wipe away from his face. Frown tightening and eyebrows furrowing once more, Brendan crosses his arms, shaking his head with a harsh sigh.
"God, this place sucks."