Weft. You look like Black Death warmed over. Get some sleep.
!!! *clutches chicken*
cluckcluck
*looks more confused than chickens usually do*
Weft: Or Red Death cooled down? Yeah, probably should... thanks. *wanders off*
Suitov: *glances at chicken and Serpy*
*growls*
*panics and flails*
Handsome chuck. Yours?
*is talking to Serpie, wiseguys*
Really trying not to whimper in a disgustingly pathetic fashion here. Sebastian's not making this easy.
You know what's funny
apart from "Shut up, no, tell me!"
and "I'm the godsdamn Fox godsdammit!",
and "I knew you'd quibble over my maths, silly"
Well I shall tell you. It's The Whole Worldview Thing. We've got one of these lovely specimens who beens taught to think(?) thusly 1:Nobody cares what you think 2:We're right, you're probably wrong 3:Don't quibble, roll over and expose your throat immediately 4;Expect to be making up for it for a long time to come 5:We said nobody cares what you think!
Which you know, I don't like it, but it does validate. At least it' s a consistent worldview. Really not compatible with wuv and fwendship and unnerstanding though.
I realise I'm not the best advertisement, which is why I'm not quibbling. So I shall merely note that that hurt and move right along.
Purely among the non-deities...
1: I haven't stopped thinking any such thing. (Ssssh! Don't tell Weft.)
2: Otherwise, I'm frightened how well Cicely's got me pegged.