"Sweet." They try not to be jealous about the horns. Fail kind of just a little bit. They're successful enough that they can pretend it doesn't matter anyway. "I wish I'd thought of a name that cool. Call me uh, fuck, uh." They pause. Heavy hands make for clumsy signs, but there's not really a way to fix that, right now, and it's not exactly conducive for their particular brand of shittalk. "...Kris."
Wow, they suddenly feel kind of awkward now. What else is new. So they're just gonna....
Start slicing up their apple with their sword. Like, on the counter. It's fine.
" 'm human," they say, switching back to their voice even as they keep Wykkyd in their peripheral. "I think."
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Date: 2019-09-03 12:55 am (UTC)Wow, they suddenly feel kind of awkward now. What else is new. So they're just gonna....
Start slicing up their apple with their sword. Like, on the counter. It's fine.
" 'm human," they say, switching back to their voice even as they keep Wykkyd in their peripheral. "I think."