…
(Cocks his head at the lad.)
...A little warm out to be wearing a coat, don't you think. Heh.
(Welllll, it... That's definitely not the Roman alphabet, so best of luck trying to make heads or tails of it, and it's all rather messy, rambling, disorganized writings, and there's the occasional odd scribble of a cat or something. The scribbles are actually rather competent, if strange-looking, something you could maybe put on a shirt or a bumper sticker.)
Mrrrrrghh... hhhhh...
(...Ssssschiet he is starting to wake up.)
(Yvette gets several
◊ charming
◊ expressions
out of this curious child before she finally notices and comes to a halt, panting and giving her photographer a baffled look, her glasses all crooked.)
Wh—... What the— hhhh —frick are you... doing...?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019the problem is that they're all adaptable. Orks release spores upon death that allow them to grow into even more orks later, tyranids are like an insect infestation so we may kill them one day but it's gonna take a lot of bullets and explosives.
the eldar....are...hmm, well they're dicks but they can be worked with depending on circumstance, same with the Tau.
then there are necrons, immortal machines from close to the beginning of the universe. They don't like organics very much
(Deep, deep unnervement.)
...H-hey! Hey... What— hhhhrrrghh —what're you taking pictures of me for...?
(Is basically just glazed in sweat.)
(TOO LATE, he's already looking right at you.)
…? U-uhhhhm...
(Is actually clean and shaven and neatly-clothed this time. Looks sleepily nervous.)
...Oh? And why is that, is it part of your aesthetic as a supreme gentleman. Eheheh!
(Smirks tiredly and tosses another stone down, which lands by Cloud.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Do you deal with this kind of thing a lot?