-to No-Face- Seriously, take that stuff out. A staph infection is a nasty way to go.
-Takes out his hunting knife and starts carving out pieces-
-to Minato- Some time in March, I think... assuming it doesn't die before then.
edited 11th Sep '12 9:37:01 AM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistThere isn't. What woud you do if you knocked up one of your girlfriends, and the child died before you made it out of the first trimester? Or could possibly lead to the end of life as we know it?
-The pieces gradually appear to be fitting together in a circle, each one building on the other-
edited 11th Sep '12 10:02:08 AM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistSo wouldn't it be best to accept the possibility beforehand so it doesn't hurt as much when the time comes?
-Rips two tiny slivers of metal off the unused scrap and twists them into rods, then slips them through the holes of each half-circle, joining them. He now has something that appears to look like a miniature sun, with small blades like sharks' fins ringing the perimiter. He presses on one, and they all fold in, leaving an inocent-looking wave pattern along the side-
-Presses hard on a catch inside the circle, causing the blades to pop out again. He presses them back down-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

Congrats. When's it due?
"All worlds begin in darkness and all so end. The heart is no different."-Ansem