you're livin' for the rush, for that royal flush, but you take what you can get
"How cruel," Danta tuts, though it's true that the mud-man is nothing particularly exciting to look at. "And I was talking to the mud," he informs him - of both the bow and the apology for that matter, since he's quite certain they've ruined the creature's day. (Does it even count as a creature? Thoughts for another time). "I imagine so as well," he says, tilting his head as the memory mud recombines and tries to continue on its way.
"You've got to give credit to its perseverence," he remarks, smirking and opting to grab a suitable looking branch instead, trying to prod the mostly-dried out mess into changing direction, at least, so it can go, er, wherever it's going in a direction that's away from where they're trying to have their fun. "Think you can persuade it to keep on that way? I'm gonna try and get a sense of our friend and his headstart..."
"You've got to give credit to its perseverence," he remarks, smirking and opting to grab a suitable looking branch instead, trying to prod the mostly-dried out mess into changing direction, at least, so it can go, er, wherever it's going in a direction that's away from where they're trying to have their fun. "Think you can persuade it to keep on that way? I'm gonna try and get a sense of our friend and his headstart..."
Dantalion
you play your final ace for a pretty face, tastes like scotch and cigarettes
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
