Drake: no use. This is a heavily guarded prison. Kill more then 10 guards, you alert the military. You escape more then 5 times, they send you to a tourcher felicity.
Drake: I don't wanna be sent there again. So I'm staying here. *takes a towel and wipes his face, a cream that was his skin tone rubs off and reveals scars*
Drake: lady, that looks like a an in his 25s. I'm 18. And I've never met anyone outside of prison. *leans his mattress on the wall and punches it like it was a punching bahpg *
F!Mary: "I DUNNO!!" She grabbed his shirt, jumping onto him and pinning him to the floor, wrapping her tail around his arms so he couldn't move. Moving her tail upwards, she slipped on his shirt. "There. I made you." Grabbing the phone, she said, "Anything you wanna say to your past self, Drake?"
Drake: yeah. The legend of barateem. A stone forged by Barateem Jert. It can make your lifespan as long as you want but not for eternity, make you stronger, or make you young forever.
F!Mary: "Who says?" She whispered, slipping out the bars with ease. Dragging her tail close to her, she stalked toward the door, "Come on!" She whispered.
F!Mary: "nOpE!" She decided, backing up, looking at the wall his mattress was on. She took a deep breath and bolted at it, creating a hole big enough for them.
F!Mary: "Thanks Riku! Now cmon! Off to Germany!" She flapped her wings more, lifting off the ground and holding Drake tightly. "Geez-when'd you become so heavy?!"
Riku: He disappeared.
OMG I DIDN'T SEE THIS TILL NOW
Me irl: first i cant draw two DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN. Three nose bleeed
#stupidperon