"Model?" Ashwatthama scratched the back of his head, brows furrowed, gem on his forehead glinting as he sized up the request. Chest already half-bared as always, he huffed.
"Tch, alright. I swore I'd lend my you my assistance, no matter the farce. So where do I stand, huh?"
add a skeleton here at some point
3 days ago