On his app being sent to towerofanimus

[andajarofdirt]

 ...fine, fine, bugger all, we'll do things your way!

But if that trunk thing isn't full of rum bottles, we're gonna have words, Missy, you and I. 

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[beknightedheroine]

You'll probably have words anyway, right? This IS a text RP.

_{[Dear Mun exists for flaunting the fourth wall, psh!]}

[andajarofdirt]

...cute.

[Have a slightly forceful hair ruffle. Uh, you might want to check he didn't give you lice in the process? Maybe?]

[beknightedheroine]

<sub>[...she can fix that later with magic, right?

Right?]</sub>

I try~!

Time for face shenanigans~

[keeps_count]

Should alcohol really be your priority in coming here?

Mwahaha...

[andajarofdirt]

Well, none of us can be worried about haircare, Will, my boy.

[Pause.]

Though I suppose goin' blonde is better than goin' tentacled. Does Lizzie know about this or is it goin' to be a charmin' surprise for later?

>:3

[keeps_count]

Haircare should also be low on the list of concerns.

[Yeah, Legolas is pausing as well because... what?]

I know not any woman named 'Lizzie' nor am I called 'Will.'

KICKS DOWN THE DOOR

[captivation]

A fair request, I think.

[andajarofdirt]

...and an equally fair question would be, what the heck did they do to yer face, mate?

[captivation]

[...cue him feeling his face for anything that might be off.]

Oh? Something in my fangs?

[absolute_perception]

[Here stares a 14-year-old with a stern expression and a very hard, logical, tone.]

You may wish to reconsider your choices when it comes to alcohol consumption versus logical solutions. You do realize that you don't have a choice whenever muns are taken into account.

[andajarofdirt]

She likes me, laddie. I've yet to meet a lady who doesn't have a nice soft spot for good ol' Captain Jack Sparrow.

[Let him tempt fate, he doesn't know any better.]

What's the worst she could do?

[absolute_perception]

[If Elian ever laughs, he would be by now. Instead, he just raises a brow in confusion.]

A lot. Usually muns don't pick just anyone, so there is a reason you exist. Given the track record that I have witnessed, I would likely assume that the odds of us going anywhere we feel welcome and secure are slim at best.

[dork_of_keys]

What if they're empty rum bottles?

[Yes, Sora knows this Jack won't know him, but he feels this bit of trolling needs to happen.]

[andajarofdirt]

...why would anyone ever do that?

[dork_of_keys]

Because you didn't specify that they had to be full bottles.

[warriorscribe]

...You do mean after your clothing and tools, right? You'll have to do without them, otherwise.

*Anyone who would request so much drink probably isn't the type to consider those things, he's learned...*

[andajarofdirt]

But the rum.

[warriorscribe]

It will eventually run dry.

*Give him a second while his mun fishes up that link. Oh there it is, can he speak now? Good.*

Would you rather be forced to wear this for the sake of a few more drinks?

[not_halfbaked]

...Rum? [Korra is curious.]

[andajarofdirt]

Rum!

[C'mon, young avatar, let this humble pirate teach you the ways of drunken escapades.]

[not_halfbaked]

...What's it, um, what's it like?

[Korra is ready to learn.]

[outlandished]

Ye can't have two trunks 'n have one be filled with rum 'n th' other one with yer effects?

[andajarofdirt]

Apparently not. Towers of doom an' misery just don't offer service like they used to.

[pitiedthefool]

May want to hide them if she does. [Because theft is a thing that happened while he was away, apparently.]

[andajarofdirt]

...please tell me she's not there.

[She being Elizabeth, the rum destroyer.]