Wolfcoon
I feel old
R.J just shook his head. Grumbling about his short stature. He looked back at his partner, giving her a masked grin. "Thanks back there, could of handled myself there." He quietly told her. His features rent unread back to its stoic form as he overheard a single word. Mission. He looked around to find a small group of students, crowding around the board. He swiftly turned around and motioned for his partner to follow him. He made a beeline towards the board, pushing people out of his way to get a closer look at the missions. After swimming through the wave of students, R.J arrived at the board, looking over each mission carefully. A mission with the tittle 'evil humans' caught his eyes. "That one." He whispers to himself.
Learn the rules like a pro so you can break them like an artist
~Pablo Picasso
Learn the rules like a pro so you can break them like an artist
~Pablo Picasso
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