forum One on one for bored mortals (closed)

Started June 27, 2018 by Deleted user

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Axtin had to stop himself for a moment. He walked right into that. Leaning against a tree, he crossed his arms.
"You want help or not?" he asked irritated.

"Just do something productive."

"Fine," he spat in return. He began walking off, both to find wood for a fire and to be away from the only person he had contact with.