-If Claudia is awake, she might find Gracia sitting in the corner of her room, all puffy eyed-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Ehhhehehhh... So. Begging the question...
(Rises all the way, quite a bit shorter than Lempi. Slowly runs a hand through his long, stringy bangs. The smirk gradually fades into a blank expression.)
...Who is it you want me to kill first.
...So far so good, I think. Are you deriving sufficient enjoyment from it.
edited 17th Aug '16 4:16:21 PM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019{Shit. Wait, how'd he know people call me Tommy?}
"Hey, Granteed. What're you up to?"
edited 17th Aug '16 4:26:58 PM by Randomman5
"Nah, mostly spars. Attended a peace conference for a while, perfect place for a guy like him."
-To Granteed-
"Just talking."
-Subtly closes his jacket to cover his belt-
edited 17th Aug '16 4:33:13 PM by Randomman5
(SHITFUCK I missed Gracia)
(Claudia is mysteriously absent from the r—)
(...Oh wait, no, here she comes, opening the door and slowly shambling in, walking, but leaning very heavily on her crutches, and still looking quite sickly.)
...Did you finally catch what I had? I think it's... hhrrrk... subsiding or what have you...
(Slow nod, giggling quietly to himself and reaching down to adjust his jacket.)
This'll... This'll be something...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

-Makes sure to get out of eyeshot from everyone else-
-Changes back, somewhat unsuccessfully-
-He still has issues with the legs-
...What do you think of me?