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Erindipity · 09-03-2023, 12:42 AM

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Originally Posted by VRSCIKA

That sound, that body language...he was truly an odd humanoid. As if he were a crab being boiled alive in a human suit. Elon was honestly not sure what to do with it, so he acted like Berkley barely existed.

Berk's awkward rambling still made his eye twitch, however. "Why do you care where I am walking to? Are you trying to come along?" His tone was always somewhat unfriendly unless he was speaking to a rare few. "My wife is working, per usual." He wasn't going to be helpful and tell him which job either.

Berkeley FELT like he was being boiled alive TBH. It was unbearably hot all of a sudden... he loosened his tie further still and blew out a huff of air, his cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk that had stored too many treats in his ickle cheekies.

"W-w-whaaat? No... I... I'm just making conversation! Why must you be so aggressive all the time?!" Berk wasn't entirely sure where that bit of confidence had come from to ask such a question, but he felt it QUICKLY wane. Q U I C K.

THIS WAS THE WORST AFTERNOON EVERRRR!

"You're so... mean..." he muttered as he leant against the nearest stationary object to right himself a wee bit. SO MEAN.

09-03-2023, 12:42 AM	#60 (permalink)
Erindipity DMT Mountain Troll Join Date: Jul 2009 Posts: 23,573 x8	Quote: Originally Posted by VRSCIKA That sound, that body language...he was truly an odd humanoid. As if he were a crab being boiled alive in a human suit. Elon was honestly not sure what to do with it, so he acted like Berkley barely existed. Berk's awkward rambling still made his eye twitch, however. "Why do you care where I am walking to? Are you trying to come along?" His tone was always somewhat unfriendly unless he was speaking to a rare few. "My wife is working, per usual." He wasn't going to be helpful and tell him which job either. Berkeley FELT like he was being boiled alive TBH. It was unbearably hot all of a sudden... he loosened his tie further still and blew out a huff of air, his cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk that had stored too many treats in his ickle cheekies. "W-w-whaaat? No... I... I'm just making conversation! Why must you be so aggressive all the time?!" Berk wasn't entirely sure where that bit of confidence had come from to ask such a question, but he felt it QUICKLY wane. Q U I C K. THIS WAS THE WORST AFTERNOON EVERRRR! "You're so... mean..." he muttered as he leant against the nearest stationary object to right himself a wee bit. SO MEAN.