Jay frowned and lifted his hands in defense. "Jeez, sorry. Excuse me for asking if you were okay" He grumbled, his brows furrowing. He shoved his hands back into his pockets as they reached the camp. Jay began untying the dead animals from his belt, taking out his knife once more to skin and gut them. He began his work in silence, the frown still curved into his face. What the hell is wrong with him? I didn't do anything....
He thought to himself, trying to shrug off the tight twisting in his gut as he started a fire.
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4