11-26-2015, 01:25 AM
From his crouch he scratches himself, then spits into a can, *TING*, then yawns, and rubs his face. Patience was never a virtue the cowboy hexblade held onto, much less care about. He squints trying to see what's going on but all he sees is a nicely set ass--uh bush in front of the girls. "Come on , come on ladies" He mutters under his breath.
He starts picking at grass absentmindedly while squinting towards the bush.
He starts picking at grass absentmindedly while squinting towards the bush.