[ he has to heckle that man sometimes or his blood pressure will go down to a normal level and then, according to his younger brother, he'll try raising towers and killing people for the fun of it, so. out of moral obligation to the Garden.
He's told me that this was four hours of work, adjusted down to three hours and fifty-six minutes because part of the delay time was waiting for his supplies to be delivered.
Wow, rude, and I was being nice and flattering and everything.
[Sometimes, you have to heckle! It's important. He opens up the menu and yup, that looks like a classic Lycaon menu. All careful crafting to every intricate detail.
And then he reads the rest of the message. Oh, Lycaon.. Oh, Lycaon, you absolute dumbass. ]
Okay yeah no. That is not four hours work. It is DEFFO not three hours and fifty-six minutes of work. OMG, Gil, I am so sorry about my boy. He doesn't know what he does. I know this has got to be, like, reckoned with and all. But please, be gentle. He's a good boy. He knows not what he does and so on and so forth, fancy ancient beesching words.
I know. And his petty bitch tendencies will ruffle him up and he'll buy you flowers and nice things to woo you back to him.
[ he is giving his Master-friend enrichment and things to strive for to keep him clear of towers and mad grabs for paterpower. you all should be thanking him.
it might brighten his mood a little given what's to come next. ]
There's one of two paths this will take, depending on how much truth he shares with me when I bring him to task. I assure you, he will be correctly compensated, not whatever... fool numbers he thinks he's offered me. Whether I have to prove a point beyond that will depend on him.
Awwww, Babe. You're so good to me. Thank you for giving me this little fun with my Boo!
[ He won't slip up and say that Gil is a good FRIEND, because that's a particular bomb he has to drop on only very special occasions when he thinks he can get away with it. Also, right now he's tyring to stay on the King's good side to ensure his poor wolf son doesn't get punished too severely for his poor judgement skills. ]
Oh, I know, Gil. I KNOW you'll make sure he gets paid what is right. And that's fair, honestly. He can only be given a shovel, he needs to dig himself out of it. Totes understand. Totes fair. Just please remember I do love him very much - he's just. Dumb. Sometimes.
They say you can best reach a man's heart through his stomach, but his burning sense of spiteful rage is a close second.
[ there's only so many battles one can trigger at a time unless you're one of those juggernaut lunatics in this godsforsaken city, and knowing Zulius, he just had his hooves done. ]
It is never too late in life to receive an education, and I consider myself a thorough teacher. I will endeavor to be a kind one, if the situation so permits.
[ no direct promises, babygirl, but he won't go in cubes swinging at least. ]
I mean, that totes works with Verg all the time. All I've got to do is like, slightly suggest Dante might be better at something than he is and off he goes - doing it immediately! It's great when I need to move something heavy in the theatre.
[ Sometimes your beloved is a demon man who has a bitter, endless rivalry with his twin brother, and sometimes you are just a lil' ol' zebrataur who wants to see your beloved lift something heavy.
He did! He's rather not scuff them! They take forever to get nice! They have to get horse clippers and everything. ]
THANK you, Sweetie. I know you'll do your best, 'preciate it!
[He's gonna remind his son not to be stupid, don't mind him! ]
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[ he has to heckle that man sometimes or his blood pressure will go down to a normal level and then, according to his younger brother, he'll try raising towers and killing people for the fun of it, so. out of moral obligation to the Garden.
he sends the amazing beautiful menu as exhibit A. ]
He's told me that this was four hours of work, adjusted down to three hours and fifty-six minutes because part of the delay time was waiting for his supplies to be delivered.
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[Sometimes, you have to heckle! It's important. He opens up the menu and yup, that looks like a classic Lycaon menu. All careful crafting to every intricate detail.
And then he reads the rest of the message. Oh, Lycaon.. Oh, Lycaon, you absolute dumbass. ]
Okay yeah no. That is not four hours work. It is DEFFO not three hours and fifty-six minutes of work. OMG, Gil, I am so sorry about my boy. He doesn't know what he does. I know this has got to be, like, reckoned with and all. But please, be gentle. He's a good boy. He knows not what he does and so on and so forth, fancy ancient beesching words.
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[ he is giving his Master-friend enrichment and things to strive for to keep him clear of towers and mad grabs for paterpower. you all should be thanking him.
it might brighten his mood a little given what's to come next. ]
There's one of two paths this will take, depending on how much truth he shares with me when I bring him to task. I assure you, he will be correctly compensated, not whatever... fool numbers he thinks he's offered me. Whether I have to prove a point beyond that will depend on him.
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[ He won't slip up and say that Gil is a good FRIEND, because that's a particular bomb he has to drop on only very special occasions when he thinks he can get away with it. Also, right now he's tyring to stay on the King's good side to ensure his poor wolf son doesn't get punished too severely for his poor judgement skills. ]
Oh, I know, Gil. I KNOW you'll make sure he gets paid what is right. And that's fair, honestly. He can only be given a shovel, he needs to dig himself out of it. Totes understand. Totes fair. Just please remember I do love him very much - he's just. Dumb. Sometimes.
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[ there's only so many battles one can trigger at a time unless you're one of those juggernaut lunatics in this godsforsaken city, and knowing Zulius, he just had his hooves done. ]
It is never too late in life to receive an education, and I consider myself a thorough teacher. I will endeavor to be a kind one, if the situation so permits.
[ no direct promises, babygirl, but he won't go in cubes swinging at least. ]
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[ Sometimes your beloved is a demon man who has a bitter, endless rivalry with his twin brother, and sometimes you are just a lil' ol' zebrataur who wants to see your beloved lift something heavy.
He did! He's rather not scuff them! They take forever to get nice! They have to get horse clippers and everything. ]
THANK you, Sweetie. I know you'll do your best, 'preciate it!
[He's gonna remind his son not to be stupid, don't mind him! ]