"Nobody's gonna pay. You got more control than you realize. More than me, anyway. I'd casually shoot somebody to prove my point, but I don't have my guns and it'd upset you, which would probably end up undermining that point."
He glances around. "Besides, if you go gray I'll just be my kind of charming and befriend your Hulk. Or get you to chase me and pound just me in to the ground. I guarantee nobody here likes it as much as I do. You remember that time I stole your panties on Livejournal? Good times."
(Um. No. She doesn't. That was...a few versions of Jen ago. You're really struggling with this 'which universe are you claiming to be from for this game' thing, aren't you?)
"Hmph. ALL of them."
(Never mind that she'll think you mean you stole all of her panties. But you're gonna have to claim a Scrytwatch color soon on your check-in. Which we technically already did. But timey wimey thread stuff.)
"Whatever. I'll just make something up like it's a high school test her writer grades all the time."
(You asshole. She comes here to ESCAPE that for some downtime.)
"So I'll make it a darker color! I'm an asshole!" Her hand on his shoulder distracts him from going down this particular dark hole. "Huh? Oh. Yeah. I will. I'm good at it. It's gonna make for a terrible June 1st in a bar somewhere, but for a month, I'll get to be pretty."
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He glances around. "Besides, if you go gray I'll just be my kind of charming and befriend your Hulk. Or get you to chase me and pound just me in to the ground. I guarantee nobody here likes it as much as I do. You remember that time I stole your panties on Livejournal? Good times."
(Um. No. She doesn't. That was...a few versions of Jen ago. You're really struggling with this 'which universe are you claiming to be from for this game' thing, aren't you?)
"Hmph. ALL of them."
(Never mind that she'll think you mean you stole all of her panties. But you're gonna have to claim a Scrytwatch color soon on your check-in. Which we technically already did. But timey wimey thread stuff.)
"Whatever. I'll just make something up like it's a high school test her writer grades all the time."
(You asshole. She comes here to ESCAPE that for some downtime.)
"So I'll make it a darker color! I'm an asshole!" Her hand on his shoulder distracts him from going down this particular dark hole. "Huh? Oh. Yeah. I will. I'm good at it. It's gonna make for a terrible June 1st in a bar somewhere, but for a month, I'll get to be pretty."