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{🖋️- lunalin}
` FORE! `
swatting an onion with a gutter akin to golf across the way, letting out a cackle watching said onion absolutely DOME the {reader} on the head
` heheheh . . . `
Nodding slowly, musing.
` Noted. Whenever you getcha answer, jus. Come find me. Or well. I'll find you. `
` that would, be mighty kind.
i didn't expect to be here in the Big Ap- . . . Mm. Cursed Apple. So my plannin' didnt involve hotel stays. `
` the trees here suck to sleep in.
does, /anybody/ have any suggestions of where one could reside at for a temporary amount of time? `
@FeralH0TMess
If he had a dime for - ah you get the point.
20 cents is a neat spot of change to have in a big city - especially in this time peroid of the mid 50s.
Nevertheless, the moth could feel eyes staring, so now, finally turns to stare back.
` something you /need/? `
Harbinger would notice the way Mo stood, but didnt bring notice to it.
` yeah. I have. Sent here by everyone's mutual, acquaintance. `
The term is broad, yeah, but this is still new territory for the moth. He's not 100% up to date with the lingos and know how's.
Replying to @TunnelRatsofNYC
"Apologies for the trip, my friend." Krill says, finally looking up.
"Welcome to the Tunnel Rats. You came to speak to us, yes...?" Krill asks, and Mo reflexively stands, trying to look big and intimidating.
@VengefulC0wgirl
The city is loud. The lights NEVER go out.
But the moth can tell when it's being followed, even if intentional or not.
Soaring down from its perch, landing on the pavement, eyes glowing, chittering as his eyes lock onto the small-town sheriff.
@FAIRFAXSFINEST
Flying is a comfort. A right. A privilege. Only few lucky get.
So imagine his dismay when out for a flight, encountering essentially the local flying advertisement machine.
Squinting at the unexpected guest flyer to his left
` how in the /hell/. `
@TunnelRatsofNYC
It hates going below ground. Too limiting, too many variables. Yada yada.
But, the contact he was set to meet was below ground.
He was not an amateur, but the insistence was that since he's an entity from outside of town, best to go get the "crash course"













