pretty good at bad decisions
"No I expect not, can't really can'they? Not with that shoved down their throats." All said in harmless good fun, tasteless, but for fun just the same.
Skulking into the darkness as easy as anything, not minding one bit the spiders that skitter on the walls or the pathetically eerie lighting—there are monsters about, y'think someone would try and de-spook the place—the thief barks a laugh. "The Greatwood, more like Hatewood, amiright? What with all those winged short fucks always keepin' to themselves. Honestly, quite rude if you ask me." And Jata was, so James was more than happy to simply fill the silence.
"Nah mate, from the coast, me. It's fanfuckingtastic down there. Beaches, everything all glowy and shit at night—" Pausing only to take another pull from his cigarette, savoring the taste once more before blowing it out in a lovely stream of smoke, he continued. "—mermaids and the best fuckin' rum y'ever did taste." James was a liar to be sure, but that was the gods-damn truth.
Skulking into the darkness as easy as anything, not minding one bit the spiders that skitter on the walls or the pathetically eerie lighting—there are monsters about, y'think someone would try and de-spook the place—the thief barks a laugh. "The Greatwood, more like Hatewood, amiright? What with all those winged short fucks always keepin' to themselves. Honestly, quite rude if you ask me." And Jata was, so James was more than happy to simply fill the silence.
"Nah mate, from the coast, me. It's fanfuckingtastic down there. Beaches, everything all glowy and shit at night—" Pausing only to take another pull from his cigarette, savoring the taste once more before blowing it out in a lovely stream of smoke, he continued. "—mermaids and the best fuckin' rum y'ever did taste." James was a liar to be sure, but that was the gods-damn truth.
not super into giving a shit
