09-01-2023, 05:32 PM
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DMT Mountain Troll
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Originally Posted by VRSCIKA Was it too late to pretend that he hadn't seen the trainwreck and keep moving? And it spoke...he supposed it was too late now. Curse social convention, why did manners have to actually be a thing? Elon begrudgingly nodded at the awkward, fumbling, in-law creature before him. The tall man looked down at the subject before him, considering if he actually needed to respond with words. "Walking." He may not have been able to remove the annoyance from his voice. Really any time that he had to speak to anyone aside from his wife or children he was annoyed. It actually had nothing to do with the fact of it being to Berkley Byrne. Elon Aesir simply hated small talk and would literally rather jump off of a perfectly good cliff. LOUDER, MORE AWKWARD GURGLING ACTIVATED!!!
Berk swayed slightly on his feet and loosened his tie. Elon was the stuff of nightmares! How had her mild mannered cousin ended up with such a beast?!
"Yeah... sure... of course... w-walking. Sure. GULP. "Where are you walking to? Where's Amabelle?" Could she come rescue him? Now? Please! |
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