Tarja felt an odd sense of frustration hanging in the air and glanced at Sapphire, before smirking in amusement. However, his light-hearted look quickly changed into a look of disgust as he felt Murdock's hand rest on his mohawk-ish head, flattening it. Goliath stalked in, grabbed the Buck carcass in one hand, bowed quickly, then hurried off to the kitchen.
Within minutes, the smell of soup floated into the room.
Tarja. Was. HUNGY!









