Warzone, Forest
-Phil- Ah, come on! Wha's a little blood and guts and canniwhatzits to the three of us, eh?-Cannibal- Well, first off, ya meal's pretty bloody gross, mate. Second off: the 'ell happened 'round 'ere? You blow everyone up for a snack?
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean...Heh! What, I don't look sketchy enough for you. I've had police stop me on the street more times than I can count.
...H-hello... Uhhhm... Good—good morning...? I-it, uhhhm... I think... I think it's morning... I don't—I don't have my watch...
(Fidgets a bit in his seat, making the chair creak.)
(Spends a few seconds getting her breath caught again and wiping the sweat from her face.)
Hhhhhhrrgh... N-no, but— hey! What's—what's the big idea, huh?! Just— going and frickin' taking pictures and acting all—all... weird about it...
(Angered and uncomfortable.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Forest
Quite presumin' of ya mate! But naw, if you's the one who did all this... An' ya still wanna be snackin' on people...-Twirls his hatchets and looks at Phil, and almost at Kyo but she she's walking away-
Weeeeeell, I don't see no harm in bustin' you up. Last thing I want is to go to sleep and wake up with 'alf my face missin'.
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean…
(Her expression softens a bit.)
...Okay, uhhh, well like—... It's just—... Like, I think that because it— people don't normally go and like, take pictures of other people when they're exercising, 'specially not, like, secretly, and I just—... I wanna make sure you're not, like, some perv or something, y'know... I mean—... Like... I'm only 14...
(Fidgets uncomfortably with her glasses.)
...Heh, well, I don't know about that, but thank you. Most of it was probably profiling, really. How do you intend to fight this crime.
...O-oh... Merde... I... Uhhhm...
(Looks down self-consciously.)
...I did not intend to—... t-to fall asleep here, a-at this table... But—but I am certain there—... uhhhhm... s-some divine purpose lurks beneath the fog of—of my inexplicable actions, l-like always...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Um...Freed? Maybe we should...
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