Driving day turned into wrangle a 600lbs pig day. We’re tired, crabby, and covered in burrs. Omfg.
Day: April 8, 2018
Muse Stats::Adrien
Name: Adrien Domozin
Face:

What: Demon
Duties: Spread corruption and cause discourse
Age: Timeless
Sexuality: Irrelevant
Talents: immortal, spreads corruption and disease
Adrien is not his real name. Honestly, he’s not even sure if he was ever human, but the name works well enough for throwing off nosy questions. He’s not kind and if he comes across as such, it’s an act.
“I’ll handle Jesse, you get NASA on speed dial. Deal?” she purred, a mischievous smirk curling her lip that hinted at just exactly how she would plan to get Jesse on board with the plan, not that he wouldn’t love to be rid of those two anyway.
“Yeah, see, I don’t wanna know what you and my brother are doing. It’s bad enough that I’ve walked in on Evangeline on the bartop before, I don’t need more nightmares,” he whined, making a bit of a face. “How do I get NASA’s actual number and not their one that any moron can call for information?”
For every 💭 I receive, I will write one thought my Muse has had about yours.
“Because I have a line of friends waiting to meet up with me?” she returned. Willow’s one person was more than Casey managed to tolerate. “I’m not kind. Or did you not get that memo?”
She gestured at herself, eyes rolling yet again. “You’ve got me and I am definitely more fun than a wolf.” As if to prove her point, she wrapped a hand around the back of Casey’s neck and tugged her forward. “You’re just too stubborn to know that.”