Xeron
Tennesee City, 1:30 pm
'Grab me by the collar and give me a piggy ride", Xanthus joked when Xeron started to pant a little after he made sure to hide behind the operation theatre for a while. He was holding Xanthus close to his chest and the latter would smell him, even if his heart was rumbling like a man with excessive desire. His eyes browsed the surroundings. He was beneath a bed, the door at the right which might open any minute now. Two pairs of heels came rushing in, and they began to combine all their belongings into one bag, which they stuffed into their armpit.
"WHAT IF THIS IS THE STORM GANG?"
Xeron groaned a lit
