05-20-2018, 09:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-20-2018, 09:23 PM by Modicum Mortem.)
Modicum Mortem hears Klaudius’ call, and answers it swiftly. Legs carry him to the purple stallion, and he listens, face straight and unwavering.
Beetlejuice. The name of his son, from the whore he’d picked up one day. He didn’t recall her name. Klaudius does what he does best - makes a scene - and Morty can only laugh.
“Have your fun Klaudius. Try to raise him to be righteous,” He says, eyes rolling. “But dont act like you’re better than me. Don’t act like there arent skeletons in your closet...Beetlejuice will come back.” He turns to leave “They always do.”
Beetlejuice. The name of his son, from the whore he’d picked up one day. He didn’t recall her name. Klaudius does what he does best - makes a scene - and Morty can only laugh.
“Have your fun Klaudius. Try to raise him to be righteous,” He says, eyes rolling. “But dont act like you’re better than me. Don’t act like there arent skeletons in your closet...Beetlejuice will come back.” He turns to leave “They always do.”