Iskra
It’s a double-edged sword. On the one hand, yes, he very much wants to hear her wailing impersonation. On the other hand, fuck no, banshees are awful. ”I would love to see you wander through a group of people and release it unexpectedly,” he decides after a moment of consideration. Maybe he could position himself well enough away, and like a flock of birds scattering as someone darts through them, he could watch the group stumble and disperse from her auditory assault.
”Bonus points if there’s sleeping babies in strollers. Although, that might get you beat up.” Not that he worried for her safety, quite certain she’d hold her own, but a mother’s fury would be terrifying and maybe they shouldn’t be trying to get into a fist fight with innocent bystanders. ”Maybe a group of teenage boys who think they’re hot shit would be a better option.” Might make one piss himself, and hopefully give them a healthy dose of respect for women.
A surprised shape lights up his features next, encroaching on a chuckle. ”I thought everyone loved cloud wyrms?” A clear ask for what the hell went wrong. ”Can’t be worse than ningos,” he’s quick to add, irritation descending swiftly for the inane nuisances. ”Not as bad as hels, not when it comes to being in your face, but they’re so… dumb I just wanna punt them every time I see them.” Their existence alone is a blight.
The prospect of dragons earns a more eager oooooh and he pulls himself out of the ire for puffy round birds. ”You think the dragons remember anyone who pisses them off while they’re here and then eats them later?” A child making faces perhaps, might become a snack a year from now.
”Bonus points if there’s sleeping babies in strollers. Although, that might get you beat up.” Not that he worried for her safety, quite certain she’d hold her own, but a mother’s fury would be terrifying and maybe they shouldn’t be trying to get into a fist fight with innocent bystanders. ”Maybe a group of teenage boys who think they’re hot shit would be a better option.” Might make one piss himself, and hopefully give them a healthy dose of respect for women.
A surprised shape lights up his features next, encroaching on a chuckle. ”I thought everyone loved cloud wyrms?” A clear ask for what the hell went wrong. ”Can’t be worse than ningos,” he’s quick to add, irritation descending swiftly for the inane nuisances. ”Not as bad as hels, not when it comes to being in your face, but they’re so… dumb I just wanna punt them every time I see them.” Their existence alone is a blight.
The prospect of dragons earns a more eager oooooh and he pulls himself out of the ire for puffy round birds. ”You think the dragons remember anyone who pisses them off while they’re here and then eats them later?” A child making faces perhaps, might become a snack a year from now.
Woke up drunk at 10 a.m.—we gon' do this shit again
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
