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05-08-2014, 10:25 PM
Oxy You're an asshole. An utterly unashamed, rotten to the bone, miserable asshole. And you don't give one care in the world. But, obviously, it seems like these mare's done care at all either. They even have the nerve and the gall to gang up on you, to call you out as being the smelly pumpkin in this flooding patch. Naturally, your ears fall back to your head in response to their witty comments but, to be fair, you did ask for it, barging in here and fouling up the place with your shady drugs and greasy attitude. The one redeeming thing in this meeting as that both of the ladies stepped back to give you a wide birth. Small victories. For a moment, you ponder the miniscule gray mare and wonder how much effort it would take to just step up and squish her. At the very least, the pondering is a welcome distraction from having to listen to the pegasus' name. It's not like its something you'll remember anyway. Jeez, you don't even know what the Glass Horn's name is and she's been leading your scrawny ass for almost a year. And then there's Snowflake, probably the only real friend you've got in the whole land, and you're about 87.6% certain that her real isn't Snowflake. On account of the fact that the pegasus definitely isn't as important to you as either of those other two, you take pleasure in the fact that you've been able to ignore her. But drugs are a fickle mistress, so while you can manage grumpy for a period of time, there are moments where you'd rather amuse yourself than isolate yourself. “Just call me High,” you say as a particularly slimy string of drool drips over you lip and strings down, falling off in a gruesomely slow display of viscosity. Your general nonsense even manages to draw a small smirk onto your lips before you remember that you're supposed to be tall, gruff and boorish. You go back to scowling and push forwards towards the tree, oh-so-gracefully taking to rubbing moist skin against it in an effort to reliving some itching. Perhaps nobody will ever nominate you for a beauty award, but at least nobody can say you weren't true to your personality. @[Liit] |
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