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(Hasn't quite put two and two together... but gosh, she feels bad for this kid.)
...Guidness, whit'sgitten'ersoobaithered...?
...AH! O'cairse, etwisobviousallaloong... Shemistbehoomeseckan'messhermum. Poorweetheng, ach, whitashame... Whitafeelen'...
(Slowly shakes her head, sad for this kiddo too.)
.........ALLOW me to... show you...!
(several convoluted steps later.........)
(GOLLY
◊. Hands the good doctor one, reserving another for Jil.)
...E,n,j,o,y.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Oh, she does that a lot, no doubt out of fear for the future of the planet. It's not an easy bear to cross. I try to cheer her up by assuring her that the Entity will be utterly obliterated one day but it never helps.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-the man known as Chester Griffin was preparing another cup of tea for himself in the kitchen-
-he peered over a small notepad, that had several notes jotted down upon it-
I suppose I have time to really analyse this stuff while I'm here... No distracting responsibilities.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post... -he isn't even sure how to approach her naivety-
Just to clear things up, I was joking beforehand.
Although I was hoping you knew I was being sarcastic.
Regardless, it's perfectly fine for me to be moving around.
These wrappings are to cover up scars.
-he walks over to open the kitchen door for her-
Do come in, though.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post...Oh... Eheheh, I'll just make sure not to do it again.
-Rubs the back of her neck and walks on in-
-Waves hello to Marcia- Morning~!
-and back on Ches- So... if you're hiding scars does that mean you've even got them on your...
-Gestures at her eyes-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean... It's a case.
And these are notes on it.
-he pockets the notebook-
The short story of it is that back home there's a drug smuggling ring that I suspect is in its' early stages.
A new operation, dealing in experimental black market steroids.
That should be all you really need to know.
Other than that, my name is Chester Griffin.
I'm a vigilante.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Marcia- Hm? Oh, no thanks! I'm not a fan of it, really...
-Ches- [1]
◊
...I um... don't really get it! But it sounds pretty important!
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean-to Marcia-
I prefer to think of it as working parallel to the law, but yes.
-to Makana-
Yes, I'm a dad.
And my son is indeed, a cute one.
He's only one year old, as of August.
So he's still quite the hassle. A good hassle, though.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postLast time I believe, required a level of technology in a field I am not so familiar with...
I might be smart, but I'm not a theoretical physicist who knows how to build portals to traverse into another dimension.
So this time, I believe I'll have to hedge my bets on luck.
At least my wife's still back home, though.
So some of my worries are eased... some of them, anyway.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

“Y-yeah...y-you said it, Mac...l-look, I gotta...go do some homework, I’ll...see you guys around...”
-Looking like she’s badly fighting back tears and also completely scared out of her wits, Andy hurries back to the room and, specifically, upstairs to her bedroom-
Edited by Randomman5 on Sep 21st 2018 at 2:32:53 PM