The room is unnaturally still. It smells like a lot of things: sawdust, stale oil, humidity, spoiled carnival food, against-rules cigarettes, and just enough incense so you can tell they tried to cove… more →
Reynard Noir: The Seedy Underworld of Slylock FoxReynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: The room is unnaturally still. It smells like a lot of things: sawdust, stale oil, humidity, spoiled … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: “Did you get it?” That’s polite. Weren’t you worried about me at all? … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: Hey dere Max. Hey, Dog. See, dat’s whut I talkin bout. Fox never did bother lernin mah name, j … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: Ah caint think what this wohld is comin to when such a shameless hussy as that runs off with the pri … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: Slyyy… “Sh!” But we been followin ‘im fer like all day! “And we’ … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: I wouldn’t want you to think this was my idea. They put up the posters, and the ads, and proba … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: I swear, it always rings when I’ve got my hands full. One improvised grocery juggling act clim … more →