*painful death for the frog, incoming*I’ll have to clean up the walls again.
/LOL TOO BAD I DON’T GIVE NO FUCKS BECAUSE I FINALLY HIT DAT PUSSY!/ B| Eet was a pleasure knoweeng you.-Wait, you hit my cat?-
Good night, Frog Prince.
/if that’s what we call fucking your vagina like some sort of uncivilized beast, then yes./
eet was a good life.
*Casually just stares at Antoinette*
B|
….What do you want this time?
- Stares back -
B|
Dunno.
How am I supposed to slumber if I’m not told when my bed time is.
*Casually just stares at Antoinette*
B|
.. BT Comment ca va, Monsieur?
/quirks a brow, what was this? A Scout worldly enough to speak French? How quaint./
Comme ci comme ca. Combien de temps avez-vous parle francais?
I’m being followed by a cat.
B|
Brighton, Avery and I are having lobster.
Are you going to join us?
B|
/looks around and then points to self/
*glares at the French scout*
B|
Yes?
You’re messing with my pyro.
Eef you want tu be zhe brunt of her confuseeng rhetoric then by all means, take zhe job of my ‘ands.
What confusing rhetoric? She’s been pretty straightforward to me.
I must of gotten her on an off day.
Or you’ve managed tu get past zhat confuseeng layer of hers.
*sneers* Whatever, just back the fuck off.
If anyone has zhe authority tu tell me tu back off Avery, eet ees Avery. Not some paranoid ginger, now ees zhat all or do you want tu run any ozzer crazy theories by me.
*glowers* I am watching the shit out of you. You harm her, you touch her, I will have your fucking head.
B|
You ‘ave a razzer odd notion, but I assure you I well not ‘arm Avery. I won’t even touch ‘er, hell ‘alf zhe time I can barely understand ‘er.
Besides, what would she want from me anyways?
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You’re very welcome.
/snorts and lets her go, no reason to confuse her any further. He had already made his point./
-blinks and nods-
I got a kitten, by the way. His name is Hemingway. I got him from Flint who said Sheila named them, and there were lots of kittens in his room.
Did you now? /Nods in agreement, despite not knowing any of the names she listed, there was no reason to get into that anyways/
Do you ‘ave zhe cat weeth you?
*glares at the French scout*
B|
Yes?
You’re messing with my pyro.
Eef you want tu be zhe brunt of her confuseeng rhetoric then by all means, take zhe job of my ‘ands.
What confusing rhetoric? She’s been pretty straightforward to me.
I must of gotten her on an off day.
Or you’ve managed tu get past zhat confuseeng layer of hers.
*sneers* Whatever, just back the fuck off.
If anyone has zhe authority tu tell me tu back off Avery, eet ees Avery. Not some paranoid ginger, now ees zhat all or do you want tu run any ozzer crazy theories by me.
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