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dear_mun2013-11-15 08:45 pm
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shyly voice-testing b/c late to canon.
Not so sure of ourselves, are we, Dearie?
Never you mind - there's no pressure. There are only a hundred other people considerably more suited to the task than you.
mun: -_-'
[ Because apparently this is supposed to encourage me via stroking the competitive nature I do not possess...
So all it does is make me want to go stick my head in a hole. Alas, mun can no longer repress the muse. ]
You may not approve my methods, but alas - here we are! That counts for something, does it not?
Never you mind - there's no pressure. There are only a hundred other people considerably more suited to the task than you.
mun: -_-'
[ Because apparently this is supposed to encourage me via stroking the competitive nature I do not possess...
So all it does is make me want to go stick my head in a hole. Alas, mun can no longer repress the muse. ]
You may not approve my methods, but alas - here we are! That counts for something, does it not?
/splashes and flails
Rumple's expression is very much a mix of 'I don't have time for this right now,' 'come here so I can bite your head off' and 'really, universe, I am trying to be a better man - throw me a bone, would ya?'
He smirks very much as a crocodile would, if they could, that is. Looks a bit painful, really.
He clasps his hands over his cane and stiffens. ] You know, I'm starting to think you really do have a death wish.
[ He briefly motions his cane like a gameshow assistant might. ] Back for more?