are you telling this story or am I?
"Your son taught you that? Mateo. Your son. The child." Fiadh is raising her eyebrows at Remi and folding her arms across her chest. "I dunno if I'm more offended that you didn't know the game before. You're like... an old man," she says. Though as Remi gives his allocations, she can only offer a nod as she's promptly killed off. Honestly, she kind of understands that.
"Well neither you or Felix are my type, so I'll be fuckin' Camilla too." She winks at the lady in question. "I'll kill you, Remi, because you killed me first. An' I guess that means I'll marry Felix. Congratulations." She offers him a roguish little bow.
Anyway, the Stonesong. "Are we gonna be in the water for this? I got a shift if so." An otter, to be precise.
"Well neither you or Felix are my type, so I'll be fuckin' Camilla too." She winks at the lady in question. "I'll kill you, Remi, because you killed me first. An' I guess that means I'll marry Felix. Congratulations." She offers him a roguish little bow.
Anyway, the Stonesong. "Are we gonna be in the water for this? I got a shift if so." An otter, to be precise.
Fiadh
Raccoon | Red Fox | Red Kite | Boomslang | Otter | Harpy
