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"All the council members I don't like? I'm going to teach him to fling food at them at dinners or something, piece of shits." I mutter |
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"I've just got to teach him that when the War Council is being idiots, don't flip the table over, i've learnt from personal experience that it don't end well." I muttered, somewhat ashamed to admit that. |
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"What did you do to my war council?!" |
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"Y'know...the weather outside looks really nice, sky's very blue." I murmured, eyes widening slightly as I tried to change subject, chuckling. |
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I just chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. "No for real, the sky is super blue." News flash: I held a straight face for maybe a second before I burst out laughing. "Ok, let me explain first and it'll make sense.." I started, laughing again before reeling myself in. "So, it was one of the first meetings with me in charge and also, just me around in general. So obviously, no respect from them because to them I was simply a murderer and criminal who should've been tortured and executed years ago, so the no respect made sense. Well, they thought they could just dogfight with me, eventually it was just a big yelling match, I got so pissed off I flipped the table, and let's just say ever since then they've been very respectful. That was also the night where the next morning you asked if I was sick because my voice was just about gone since I yelled so much." I chuckled, grinning. |
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She shook her head in amusement |
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I grinned, running a hand through my hair. "I know I know, you're very proud of me." |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
