Grey raised an eyebrow at the notification. He had just been fucking around when he said they should send him stuff, but they actually had.
After all the yapping in his chat, it was about damn time.
As for that Margot Robbie comment, he sincerely hoped that skin walkers were just shapeshifters and not people who stole skin to copy the forms of others. Otherwise, he was adding FinchTheDiddler to his kill list.
Fucking with his life was one thing, but this was a bridge too damn far.
A swirling portal popped into existence before Grey and then a box slowly fell into his palm.
It was probably double the length of his hands and about as tall as the width of one. It felt substantial, but was still light enough that Grey didn't feel much holding it up with a single arm like this.
Grey clicked the box open.
What was inside made his lip twitch.
'Is this a fucking crack pipe?'
