“Find your own alley.” This was Sean's home and life, where the best garbage was left to look through. x.com/Quillisms/stat…

The leather clad parasite of Gotham simply yawned, optics flittering to a close. So graceful. x.com/Windisms/statu…

“Piss off, will you??” Sean had plenty of gems, but he just wanted food or any living necessities. x.com/Quillisms/stat…

“I don't take donations.” He found it to be insulting, offering a delicate glance—returning to the bags that were thrown into the trash. x.com/Quillisms/stat…

||: I also wanna RP the Renaissance

Stretches.

Clears his throat.

||: gb!sylvanas

Casually pit pockets someone.

Grins at all the arguing on the TL.

Glides a hand along his collar. Poor thing needs attention.

||: slay and Olive y r u like dis¿

Counts his pitpocketed cash.

“As long as yarn is included.” Gingerly squees. x.com/ManicHysteria/…

Paws.

||: I need to make a WoW account and Jeffrey Dahmer Don't judge

“I wanna play. .~"

“God. .” Rolls his eyes.

Juts a hip.