YOU ARE THE LITTLE FANG | WEEKLY TASKS

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    "oi, gather 'round fer weekly tasks." comes the gruff call, long limbs extending to curl claws around the hoarse bark of a dead stump and haul her onto her perch. when was the last time they did one of these here? a month? two months? yikes, inactivity has hit them hard but-- chicagocrimes is hardly worried. things are changing, they're getting better, she's pushing everyone to get better even though it's no longer her call, her job to do that. still, see if she that stops her.

    "Lemme get one darling." He said and shook his head. "Damn, that don' fit does it? Ah, oh well, hit me with one, da?" Mike asked and smiled, looking like something from a horror movie, covered in sand and dirt, some monster. Thats what he felt like but maybe this would help?

    ミBURN && she grins at his words, eyes of sharp plum raking over his horrifically muddied form. what a look. it must be some new trend or something because the mother is absolutely fucking clueless. "okay buddy boy, you go host a roast session. start talking smack on everyone-- let em know it's yer task though, first-- but don't be surprised if they talk back." ah, they need some good old fun in this worn out place, yeah?