Lumps of fat over the chest are unnecessary. You can figure the rest out yourself.
What way πΈπ°πΆππ₯ matter to you?
Lumps of fat over the chest are unnecessary. You can figure the rest out yourself.
What way πΈπ°πΆππ₯ matter to you?
It isn't in the way that matters. Get it out of my sight.
Well obviously flat is jus- eh? Not that kind? Nevermind. Leave me out of it.
I'm not allowed to make appearances in the story. If I did there wouldn't be enough dramatic tension between me kicking everyone's asses... Except that one time, but that was bullshit.
EVERYONE SHUT UP. OLWEN IS LAYING DOWN.
Wonderful. I am going to [snoff] lay down now
Shut up for a second. [He fully looks over to the middle distance for a brief moment. Then he looks at Merlin and really looks at him. Not a passive glance or a cursory gleam. He's staring.] I see. Then I'll reach you with these first. [He whips around and just rounds a kick at Merlin.]
Very optimistic of you to presume your spear would ever reach me.
Tsk. You're ruining the fun of it. [It's a bored gesture, rearing his clawed fingers back and just jabbing them into the flower mage. Without resistance? He can expect to be wrist-deep inside her innards, ready to root around her guts.]
This hurts even more, actually. I can't even keep up the bit right now. Just make sure you tie my intestines into a nice bow after you gore me.
I'm sure you could handle several thousand briars sprouting from your veins for a little while. You seem durable enough. But you're a pervert that likes it. Or so I hear. So maybe not.
Well, I'll be sure to thank Olwen for her benevolence sometime. It sure would be an agonizing way to go, getting gored by you.
The Merlins are good at outdoing one another in who can disgust me the most.
I threw it, you were in the way. Nothing malicious behind the act. You were just where you shouldn't be.
Why did you even throw a truck at me? I wasn't even doing anything!
Incorrect. I've never said this to my master.
I bet you say that to every girl you think is pretty! (Β΄οΌΠοΌ`)
She's been on decent behavior. I'll hold back.
[Has actually not perceived Anja in some time, should this change?]
I should probably cut your tongue out. It would make anything after more bearable.
[ dizzy, trying to regain her bearings enough to stand. ] If you're going to pound me like that, at least take me to dinner first!
Your justification. I won't disagree, after striking you recently this only makes sense.
Let's describe it as the Cain instinct instead.
I can consider this assisted suicide I think.
[ shouting from off screen ] GORE HIM HOUND IT'D BE FUNNY
Get your ears checked stargazer. I said deal with, not handle. Only one person is allowed to handle me, it is under her mercy I haven't started goring your bellies open and letting what spills free paint the hall when irked. My thorns remains dry.
A weapon that strikes without orders is equally useless. You're committing yourself to this persona as a weapon, but I don't know any tools with whims and desires of their own. 'Difficult to handle.' My blade is not difficult to handle. You're more like a rabid dog, at this rate.
Weapons should not be easy to deal with, they would lose potency.
... You're such a difficult person.
I never made a threat, I only offered a suggestion. Unless you're volunteering it could always change, stargazer.
Please don't spear anybody! It's been pretty peaceful today, I'm sure everyone would like it to stay that way.