 02:12:12 Bee| Tyy for your help! I appreciate it |
02:08:22 Bee| That is very clever ngl! I didn't know we had a savings account. I will be putting in bit by bit in the mornings as well. Hopefully one day I can buy myself a WWW horse! |
02:04:44 DD| Bee, i like to put an amount in every morning, I don't usually spend spontaneously, so i just compile in savings then pull from it when I need it <3 |
02:02:27 Bee| Tysmm! Omg yeah- this is a life saver. No money in sight, no money to spend |
02:01:49 DD| Ah, good! Good luck saving <3 |
02:01:28 DD| accountant > scroll down, It may be a premium feature, but i'm unsure |
02:00:25 Bee| uh... where do I find it? I cannot find into on the game guide |
01:57:15 Bee| No, I mean like... not spending it- |
01:57:06 Fern/*sigh* Taco.. bee
no.i don't got any if so I'd have learned to use them
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don't spend ebs |
01:56:07 Bee| any tips on saving my money? |
01:51:11 Purp/PPF| I'd love to argue against that. But every time they give me one somehow it manages to be a different model and I have no idea what some of these buttons do. So ghosts is indeed the logical answer for now. |
01:48:11 DD| Purp, lol, it's possessed xD |
01:47:39 DD| Fern, Oh i remember those things. Good luck with that xD |
01:46:54 Purp/PPF| It startled me at first and then I thought it was mine. But it's another staff members and I have no idea what's up with it lol. |
01:45:32 Fern/*sigh* Taco.. dd
I'm at my sisters right now.shes seventeen and decided to jokingly ask for a furby for x-mas.....its almost two am and it just went off going, 'dAnCe PaRtY' and I'm like 'NOOO-' yeah,its going to be a rough night |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo distinctly remembered forgetting he had an apple in his pocket and going on a walk just to be 10 miles from the house when Jackass, who had managed to get out of the enclosure, game running up behind him, braying like they were dying, and start nudging at his pocket with the apple in it. So, yes, if he brought an offering, the donkey would most likely remember him. He snorted at her words. "In my experience, being someone's own 'flesh and blood' doesn't matter at all." He pointed out drily. "I just hope he's giving her everything she deserves and more." He added with a slight sigh. "Well I KNOW. Lots of people hate me." He grumbled. "I just don't want those people to be the ones I actually like." Well, one. He wondered for a moment how old Timbre must be, smiling faintly as the answer entered his mind. 10 years old... so different from the little 3 year old he remembered. He wondered what she looked like now. What hobbies she had. He was a very, very different person than Glory- he had seen their similarities and differences in many ways, and sometimes he wished he was more like her, like how she could let go of the past. But everything would work out eventually... as she said, death was going to be a peaceful ending. Nothing mattered, nothing matters, nothing will matter. "More like I'm an intoxicating alcohol that only few people like the taste of but once you fall too deep, you're addicted and its too late." He rolled his eyes with amusement, snorting slightly. Usually, people either hated him or really liked him. Many more people hated him than liked him, but if they did like him, like Steele, it was too late. You were now wrapped up in his shit, and you weren't getting out anytime soon. "I'm a bit skeptical of your promises." He wrinkled his nose slightly. "I dunno how to explain it in a way that'll make any sense, especially to YOU, who never understands anything I say." He snorted. "You question me more than anyone else in my entire life." Either everything he said was stupid and everyone else was stupid so they got it, or she just LOVED giving him a hard time. "Plus, what would you rather me call you? Lady Glory? Madam Glory? Beautifully Sarcastic Glory?" He asked with amusement. "Monopoly is also overrated." He grumbled, snorting at her words. "And I could play Monopoly if I've already had at least 4 beers. Then I wouldn't be able to feel embarrassment from losing, so I'd probably be fine." He scoffed. (This reminded me - I was walking out of a concert one night and the air had so much smoke and drugs and shit floating around in it, I swear there were at least 4 people smoking weed right there, that I practically got high just from walking by. It sucked xD) "I assumed that." He replied. "I've heard about the horses, and that's really all I need." He smiled slightly. - "You NEVER KNOW." Leo grumbled, focusing for a second on the warmth of her shoulder against his, as if making sure she was actually still there. "Hallelujah." He snorted drily. Yes, what a good thing, but damn. Like 'Yeah I murdered and possibly tortured my father, so what? Did I bury him? Ha of course not, who would do that! I just dropped him in a cave somewhere! That's totally normal.' It just didn't make sense to him, but he wouldn't complain with the way her brain worked. It was in the past, so there wasn't really any point in dwelling on it. "You SHOULD feel threatened. Look at that face." He cooed to the dog, still petting her gently. "She could easily give you a run for your money. One more back-flip from her and I'm pretty sure I'll be sold." He chuckled. Honestly, Lucy was absolutely ADORABLE, and she never thought about whacking him, so she probably would be a smarter choice. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Well no, it doesn't, but so long as Rod isn't just a big fuckin bitch, I think Timbre will be more or less okay," Glory said, which was more than can be said for herself. She tended to be more on the side of less okay. Or just barely okay enough to live and be a semi-functional human being. Or, rather, a semi-functional alien, who was also a menace to society. Yeah, that's it. Glory just shrugged and said, "Well I can't help you there, I only like three people and none of them hate me. Everyone else, sure." Those three people being Leo, Flash, and Ronan. She was only counting people she both knew to be alive still and have seen withing the past couple of years. So favorite aunt didn't count, since Glory wasn't sure if she'd kicked the bucket or not. "Intoxicating's right," Glory mused with a snort. He was... oh, about the equivalent of two bottles of Robitussin and a half-dozen shots of Jagermeister. But better, without the hangover or shame of having used cough syrup recreationally. "Come on, just try. My alien brain needs to be challenged if I'm to learn how to act human," Glory said. "Well that's probably because most people tell you to do shit instead of actually being interested in you as an individual." Or Glory was just as full of questions as a toddler. Probably both. "I like Beautifully Sarcastic Glory," She said, grinning. It was more like Annoyingly Sarcastic Glory, but Leo could believe what he wanted. "Perfect! So we'll be playing Monopoly when we get back," Glory said happily. Getting drunk and playing was probably better than getting high and playing. (Oh hell yeah, free drugs! lmfao. Funny, my lovely neighbors grow weed illegally, had 3 90 foot greenhouses packed with plants ;_;) "Oh good. Means I don't gotta think about the time I burned some fuckwad's house with his family in it," Glory said, almost a little flatly. Like a serial killer. That guy would be Felix, the shitweasel responsible for Glory's first kiss. He got what was coming. - "True. My space alien species might be a bunch of vampires and necromancers and shit," Glory mused. Quite the random thought popped into her head; vampires could live in the ocean since they're dead and don't need air, and at the bottom of the ocean, there's no sunlight. It'd be fucking terrifying to find a vampire in the goddamn OCEAN, but at least they were down there and not on the surface. No more scuba diving. "You think I can't do a backflip?" Glory snorted. She was like a cat- way too flexible and used it to her advantage. In another life, she could've been a figure skater or ballerina. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo gave her a concerned look. "But Rod IS a big fuckin bitch!" He squeaked, huffing quietly. "And more or less okay in Glory Speak is NOT GOOD ENOUGH." More or less okay in Normal Speak was barely good enough for his precious Timbre, but in Glory Speak!? Not a chance. He would prefer to know ONE sane person. "Exactly." He wrinkled his nose. "No help at all." It was quite unhelpful. He quite liked her, Ronan obviously liked her, and he guessed the third person was Flash, and from what Leo could tell, they liked her too. He never really spent too much time around Flash. Something very small and weak that felt like jealously wriggled to life in his chest and sorrowfully made him feel bad about not even knowing Glory for so long, that he was the newest person that she liked, that he had barely even known her for long enough to be in this place. Flash had known her for longer, Ronan had probably been there when she was born. He was an outsider. A new person. That was not fair. He wished he could turn back time and seek her out earlier. It was likely that they only had a few years with each other because they were both dumbasses when it came to getting hurt and they would both likely be killed. Soon. "I'm flattered." He flashed a smile as she agreed with him. He was successfully drowned in her, since 'intoxicating' wasn't a strong enough word. As he had thought many times before, she was his poison, and he didn't want a cure. "You'll never learn how to act human." He snorted, having no faith in that. "I'm an interesting individual, if I can say so myself." His lopsided smile suggested that interesting lacked the... flair that would really explain it. "Beautifully Slightly Irritating Very Sarcastic Glory." He added cheerfully, effortlessly TOTALLY ignoring her question. "Hey, I never said I wanted to get that drunk." He protested weakly. "But I'm not opposed to the idea. I apologize beforehand, liver." He chuckled, looking forward to Monopoly MORE now that he knew he could batter his brain into not functioning at all before playing. (Lovely neighbors indeed... 0-o) Leo gave her a flat smile. "Ah, yes. I'm so glad for you that you don't have to think about that. You don't have to BOAST, though." He teased. It was GREAT FOR HER that she had the ABILITY to not think about things like that, unlike HIM, who got LITERALLY DAYMARES like NIGHTMARES but when he was AWAKE and had to TORTUROUSLY relieve EVERYTHING HE HAD EVER REGRETTED DOING. Even the tiniest bit. - "...yeah. that's what I was thinking." He wrinkled his nose slightly, shaking his head and trying not to think of Glory as a vampire, or worse, a werewolf, or just a cackling witch, although she could already be classified as a witch. Maybe she was more like a banshee... "I know you can do a backflip, but so can most people." He shrugged. "Most DOGS can't, so it's more impressive." Leo gave Lucy a smile and kept up paying his dues. "But you can. Because you're awesome. Possibly more awesome than Glory." He murmured to the dog, a joking grin on his face. (My auto correct keeps trying to correct Glory to Gory xD) |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Fair enough," Glory said, "Hey, if more or less in Glory Speak is the best you can get, then you're gonna have to deal with it." That was all you could ever do, really. It was what most of being alive was, just dealing with it. "I know, I'm never helpful," She said, like this wasn't a bad thing, like being totally unhelpful was okay. Now, Flash was sort of like a brother to Glory, and had often been the one to save Glory's ass, and was holder of the title Platonic Best Friend. Ronan was pretty much that fun uncle but also something of a mind-reading philosopher, blacksmith, vigilante, and probably wrecking ball. Leo was her favoritest, though. For whatever reason. Or, actually, for a whole lot of reasons that Glory was apparently not privy to. That was how a lot of emotion-based things in her brain were, though. "Wow, thanks for believing in me," Glory snorted. She didn't believe in her either, though. Not that she'd learn to act human, at least. "You can say so yourself- this time," She mused. Just this once. Maybe. "Uh-huh," Glory agreed with a grin, but Leo wasn't getting off that easily. "You still have to explain your use of Sir Glory, madam," She said pointedly. He had to explain that one, if only because Glory wanted him to. "Very good, I shall whoop your ass at Monopoly then," She said, grinning that malevolent smile. Monopoly was fun as it was, especially when you were winning, but Monopoly drunk? That was way better than Monopoly high. (Oh they're great. Also have an easement through our property that runs RIGHT in front of the house ._.) "I'll tell you a little secret," Glory said, then dropped her voice like she really was telling him something big, "I've drowned my shame and sorrows in enough alcohol and acid and god knows what else that shit I've done doesn't bother me so much." It, admittedly, didn't bother her too much to begin with; remorse wasn't something she felt in high doses. Like a lot of other things. But if it did try to get at her, Glory just forced it all to shut up. Was it healthy? No. It was a shitty coping mechanism, and a rather dangerous one, but whaddaya gon' do? - "I'd make a damn good vampire, too. I'm already pretty nocturnal," Glory mused. Her body WANTED to be nocturnal, but she forced it into a sort of normal diurnal sleeping cycle. Not totally normal, but y'know, close enough. "MOST people?" She repeated, "MOST people would break their fuckin neck." She scowled at him as he dared utter that Lucy might be more awesome than her, and grumbled, "Asshat." How dare he. How dare he indeed. (lol, bad autocorrect xD Mine tried to correct it to Glary once T-T) |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "I will have to deal with it, but that doesn't mean I'll like it." Leo made a face. "We're both good and dandy, but I'd prefer if Timbre grew up to have a slightly normal childhood." That was already partially wrecked, but he could hope that she could find a normal life somewhere. "You're helpful sometimes. Just not when I need you to be." He flashed a smile. She was helpful when it came to battling Corrupted, helpful when it came to keeping secrets, helpful when he needed support physically- for her just to he there. She was very helpful in all of those fields. HOWEVER, she was just dragging him further down in the pit of insanity otherwise. He should have one sane friend to help him with that, but the problem was, anyone sane didn't want to be ANYWHERE near him. Or her, to be fair. They were both danger zones. "Hey, don't snort at me. You don't believe in yourself either." He sniffed haughtily. He had absolutely no faith whatsoever that she'd even TRY to act like a normal human. "My gratitude." He heaved a sigh. "I don't HAVE a good explanation. Or any at all, to be fair. So... how about Completely Stupendous Beautiful Only Slightly Irritating Spectacular Amazing Queen Glory?" He offered hopefully, giving her his usual puppy eyed look. "And I shall be too drunk to care." He replied cheerfully. "By the way, it is likely that when I lose I will flip the board, then most likely go pass out somewhere. So, when I wake up in a couple days, remind me to apologize." He commented in a nonchalant, amicable tone. His one of many attitudes. Chill about everything. When drunk, it was more like chill until he was amazingly humiliated then very angry then extremely exhausted then angry again because his mood was swinging so fast then usually curious about every philosophical question to ever be asked before finally passing out. That varied, though. (... sounds great ... lol) Leo snorted heavily at her less than helpful explanation. "Well, if that's the only explanation you're offering, I guess I'll take eternal torture. I'd rather be tortured forever with you than die from alcohol consumption." He grumbled. Even with all his talk and swagger about alcohol... the truth was, he honestly didn't drink it that much. He had a shitload of it, and he enjoyed a beer a day, usually, but it was very rare to see a drunk Leo. He did not want to end up anything like his father. He would rather drown in sorrows than alcohol. His coping mechanism was really ... none. He would let the grief wash over him for a little while, then stuff it back down until it spilled out again. It never went away, and usually only grew, but what could he do about it. - "You would make a damn good anything you wanted to be." He snorted. "You're stubborn enough." Leo pointed out with a smile. "And, honestly, blood does taste good." He mused. That WAS NOT a lie. He tasted blood regularly, and he was one of the rare people that enjoyed the taste. That coppery tangy sweetness was perfect. Plus- protein. Yum. "Aww, is someone jealous?" He gasped in a High pitched tone. "Well I NEVER." This was past amusing. It was all he could do to hold back an earsplitting grin. "After more thought, however, I think your scowl wins the cake. Sorry to tell you, but your scowl is one of the cutest things I've ever seen, and it adds to the amazingness tenfold." He teased, grin finally breaking through. "I can make up for my asshatness. Somehow." He added, tilting his head closer to her and smiling at her. "Don't be too insecure. You're better than Lucy." The teasing lilt stayed in his voice, his eyes twinkling good naturedly. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Yeah... someone's gotta grow up okay," Glory said, wrinkling her nose a little. Sure, her and Leo were, as he put it, 'good and dandy', but that was sort of more in Glory Speak than Normal Speak. The kid deserved a good childhood. Period. No kid didn't. "Sounds about right," She said, grinning. Glory was helpful mostly with violent things. Like face-to-fist combat.(tried to auto-correct to face-to-face lmao. literally just headbutting xD) Or beating the ever-loving shit out of people that deserved it. Glory was not, however, helpful when it came to moral support, general comforting, and doing anything remotely close to the ever-important and revered 'right thing'. She sucked at that. She did the wrong thing for the right reason, sure, and the right thing for the wrong reason, but very rarely did she do the right thing for the right reason, and thus couldn't be helpful when trying to decide the best course of action. Especially since she sort of lived by the phrase 'when in doubt, take it out'. "That may be true, but it's not my job to believe in me," Glory countered, though technically, nothing said it was Leo's job either. It was pretty much just optional. She made a face at his hopeful offer of mashed-together words. "No thanks. Too many positive adjectives in one sentence makes it seem less sincere," She admitted. Glory generally wasn't one for that sort of thing anyway. Call her good enough and she's happy, lavish her with all these nice words and affection and she thinks you're up to something. "Noted. I'll make sure to leave everything as-is so you can clean up after yourself," Glory said, matching his tone. She wasn't no domestic housewife; nuh-uh, she was a feral housewife. She don't take shit from nobody, and she definitely don't cook. Not in a modern setting, at least. Glory preferred roasting meat on a stick over a fire she spent the last half hour patiently tending to get it big enough to cook with over any kitchen. "Good choice," Glory said, nodding. "Far better than mine, I suppose." Maybe she shouldn't have killed her therapist- then the local drugstores wouldn't be so weary of selling her cough medicine. Probably would've been a good idea, but everything you could've done looks better in hindsight. - "I would, wouldn't I?" She mused. She WAS stubborn, he was right about that. Glory didn't even look at him funny for his next words- she fully agreed with him. Blood tasted good, especially when one was deficient in iron. Then that shit was like liquid gold. Dirt was a pretty good runner-up. "Fuckin delicious," She snorted softly. It kind of just solidified the idea that she could very well be a vampire. "Oh no, definitely not jealous of a DOG," Glory said with fake sarcasm. "Oh yes, be very sorry, I've never heard anyone call a scowl cute," She replied with a snort. But really, he was allowed to think so. He was allowed to think whatever the fuck he wanted to about Glory. "Oh yeah, somehow. Better do it quick because I charge interest," She teased. "Gee thanks," She said, rolling her eyes. Better than a dog, wow, who knew. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "My point exactly." Leo replied with a snort. It was important to him that Timbre grew up with a good life, even a semi-normal life. That meant he shouldn't interfere much. However, he needed to see her at least once. "Per usual, I know best." He grinned right back. Maybe not per USUAL, but at least 20 PERCENT OF THE TIME. It had to be that, considering Glory had reprimanded him for being right too often. "It's not my job to believe in you either." He pointed out with a wrinkle of his nose. "However, I do, in most things. For some reason. I do not believe in your abilities to act like a human, though. That seems a bit far fetched." He teased lightly, chuckling. He believed in her abilities to beat the living daylight out of people. Social skills? Nada. Politeness? Down the drain. "Huh. I can try again. Miss Deadly To Everyone Else but Perfect For Me Glory." He offered with a smile. He could probably try harder, but that one HD a ring to it. "I never asked you to clean it up." He snorted. "I prefer trying to live, thanks. Plus, I am more than capable of cleaning up after myself, thank you very much. I am not a spineless ass kisser like most lazy idiots." He sniffed in offense, wrinkling his nose slightly. Sure, he understood helping each other out- even if he was more likely just to laugh and say pick up your own shit- but he didn't expect anyone to pick up his own damn messes. That was his job. His fault. Duh. "Good may not be the right word. I'm just causing myself mental trauma." He snorted heartily, shaking his head. He would prefer not to feel like a volcano all the time, but that's better than being dead, right? Right. - "Yes. You would. You'd be good at most anything you put your mind to. I believe in that, at least." Leo pointed out with a half smile. He didn't expect her to be disturbed by the blood comment. He expected her to agree. Which she did. She was the kind of person where if you expect the unexpected then it becomes the expected and she was easy to figure out. He nodded in agreement. A smirk flitted onto his face at her words. "Your scowl IS cute though." Leo protested with a wider grin. "It's less threatening than a pom pom for me, and as threatening as a mosquito to everyone else. At first, just a tiny prick, not too bad, until you realize it carries malaria." He teased, looking delightfully amused. "All I got from that is a compliment because it means you're interested in me." He chirped, undeterred by her teasing, chuckling at her sarcastic thanks. "Just barely scraping by, though. She's right on your nonexistant tail." He bit back a laugh. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Definitely NOT per usual, maybe per every now and then," Glory snorted. Which was Glory-Speak- every now and then was more like around a third of the time. "Nothing's your job unless you're getting paid," She said philosophically. It made sense, though. "A bit far-fetched, sure, but maybe it'd be feasible if you believed in me," She countered. That made a little less sense. Glory'd likely never learn to act entirely human, more like a caricature of humanity. Like medieval paintings of animals the painter had never seen in person. Those turned out pretty damn strange since they were based on some explorer's description of a foreign creature only spotted from a distance away and not closely studied. It did make for some good fantasy animals, though. "Good, because my method of cleaning usually consists of setting things on fire," Glory said, sounding almost a little relieved. No burning Monopoly, and therefore no having to buy a new one. Yay. "You sure about that one...?" She asked skeptically. No, he definitely was NOT a spineless ass kisser. He possessed many spines. Most were safely stored in a closet, attached to the rest of the bones. Glory had an equally sizable collection of spines and other assorted bones, though some of hers weren't hidden away. Instead, they'd been made into weapons or other such things. "Well, would you prefer mental or physical trauma?" Glory asked. Gotta pick one or the other, can't have none. Sometimes you could even have both, but that wasn't so good. You generally don't want to be the same inside and out, unless you were totally fine inside. And who was? Not a single soul, that's who. Everyone was messed up to some degree, some - like Glory and Leo - just got hit with that stick harder than others. Others got hit even HARDER and they died. Those were the weak ones. - "Ohhhh, that's why headbutting was invented! Someone actually put their mind to something," Glory said with a chuckle. That could very well be though, some idiot was told to put his mind to something and he took it literally. Pretty much summed up the intelligence of most of society. "Uh-huh," She grumbled skeptically. She glared at him more when he said mosquito, but her face softened at the explanation. "Are you saying I have malaria?" She asked with a snort. "Whaaaat? No, totally could care less. That's why I enjoy cuddling with you, totally not interested whatsoever," Glory said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Take it as a compliment, it was basically a reverse insult. "Barely scraping by," She grumbled. "Would you prefer if I did have a tail?" Oh yes, because everyone wanted to date a furry. Yup. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "Every now and then in Glory Speak is a damn good compliment. Or, reverse insult, in Glory Speak." Leo smirked, looking pleased. He totally got her there, and he was a self proclaimed master of Glory Speak, the first to ever exist. He's even the one that made up the name. "It's charity work." He drawled drily. He wasn't getting paid to believe in some parts of her. He did it out of the evilness of his heart. "I'm sorry, but there is no way in this UNIVERSE that you're going to ever be able to act like a normal human being. If you were in a bar and a handsome yet not as handsome as me obviously man walked up and smiled at you and asked to buy you a drink, a normal human would be flattered and say yes. You'd spew out a bunch of colorful insults and he'd leave with a broken face and possible dismemberment." He stated in a dead pan way, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "If a normal human was being tortured they'd give up the information. You would laugh and insult the torturer." He pointed out. "Need I say more?" He asked with a raise of his brow. This was why he didn't believe in her. What interested him was the fact he was supposedly born on earth and yet he was much closer to her than any normal human being. "That is a very effective method to clean. HOWEVER, buildings don't grow back." He snorted. If he blared rock music in his ears the whole time, he could usually get an ounce of cleaning done. Like, maybe pick up a weapon or two. Other than that, he just didn't make a mess. Simple as that. And if he did, he left it there. "Sure about which part? I'm not a spineless ass kisser, I am capable of cleaning up after myself.. with the right motivation.." He questioned. "Um... I have both. Kinda. Sometimes. Usually? If I'd heal long enough to be in the best health I can be, I believe I have a permanent limp. I haven't been able to tell, yet, because the wound... wounds... are... is still fresh enough to cause the limp." He wrinkled his nose. "I would PREFER mental trauma since I'm so messed up that another dose ain't gonna matter." He would REALLY prefer to have none, but that wasn't an option. - "At least they did SOMETHING with their mind." Leo snorted heartily. Most people just stood around and acted dumb. "Nooo, I'm just saying you're dangerous to other people." He stated evenly, then rolled his eyes. How he got stuck with the second most rivaling for first most sarcastic person on the planet, he did not know. Apparently irritation was attraction now. "Not what I said." He grumbled right back. "I would not prefer you have a tail, thank you very much. I was just saying that Lucy was rivaling you in adorableness." He added with a haughty sniff. "Look at that face. Can you blame me?" He asked with a grin, looking down at the dog. "And all you do is scowl, and even though it's cute, it's still utterly depressing." He teased. That wasn't true, but it was still funny. |
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