-Nods, scratching his neck- Bit confusing, though... Er, good luck.
-to Nyaruko- Can you at least keep a few dozen eyes on them? Not that I mind, but it can be a bit of a hassle fixing up black holes constantly.
-to Grandpa Harley- Cloud Strife. A pleasure.
edited 10th Sep '12 7:28:49 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist(Smile-nods at Grandpa Harley and points him towards the sign. Is unsure whether he should find Nyarko's comment endearing or nightmarish.)
(Nods at Happy. Stares at Grandpa Harley, very much reminded of Wammy.)
o_o
edited 10th Sep '12 7:27:38 PM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Hrmmmm... that would certainly explain why we're nowhere near the island.
-tips his hat off to everyone-
Jacob Hass Harley, all. This is my granddaughter, Jade. I don't suppose we'd be leaving anytime soon, would we? I was at home last I saw and quite clearly there is not home beyond the door I came through.
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean-Nods- Thank you.
-to Harley- Yep. Sorry.
-to Ein- What?
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

-Takes the headbutt-
Oof! Right in the iron abs!
-Tries to grab hold of the Scout and punches him in the back-
-Ein sits there, blushing-
Deer