ALL I SEE ARE PROMISES;;
Ah yes, the division question. He was wondering how long he could avoid that one - a record few minitues apperently.
The thug shook his head.
"Just a thug." He mummbled, shifting his paws. He debated if he should explain why, and innwardly shruged. If you want friends, you should be honest, right? At least, kind of honest. The cartel members...Arty flicked an ear, dismissing his susipious and incriminating thoughts. He promised himself no more- that he needed friends, but...
"Like I said, I was a sick alot as a kid, so Im not really accostomed to how many people are here, so I dont go to many events." Yes, that lie would suffice. It was close to the truth to, there were tons of people in the cartel, but it was mainly that the lion hadnt grown the balls neccisary for executions and whatnot. It was pitiful, really. Thats why arthir decided he needed friends. If he had friends, well, maybe things would be easier to stomach.
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