I don't even (also: forever homeless)

[wotdriveshim]

...

...

Mun.

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[piercethesky]

At a loss for words?

[wotdriveshim]

[Hardly, Sky Pirate.]

[piercethesky]

One would take that as a yes, but we both know you've much to say. Though I suppose you are not required to say much.

[arche]

Wow, talk about being super serious.

[wotdriveshim]

[You don't know the half of it, Arche.]

[arche]

[Oh, but she wants to know. Something about blonds, man.]

Looks like you've got a lot on your mind. Good thing I came around. I'm great at listening, so lay it on me.

[andrarrrgynous]

...

[Nope, none of this is her mun's fault.]

So what's with the big armor?

[wotdriveshim]

[This is so your mun's fault you have no idea.]

Exists there another purpose for it?

[andrarrrgynous]

[Maybe a little bit.]

Doncha think it's a little... big?

[Overcompensation maybe?]

[wotdriveshim]

[No, it's completely your mun's fault. Don't turn this thread into a house of lies.

And the day he overcompensates is the day ol' spray tan down there starts calling himself The Situation.]

...the fit is satisfactory, sir.

[ondoreslies]

I'm Captain Basch fon Ronsenburg of Dalmasca!

asdfgkgh DEAD.

[wotdriveshim]

[What in the ever living fuck.]

...you are not.

[His mun is busy dying, however, so he cannot offer a more in-depth rebuttal. You'll just get succinct. For now.]

[ondoreslies]

Uh,

...Don't listen to Ondore's lies?

[wotdriveshim]

[ALRIGHT, YOU ABDOMINALLY CHALLENGED LITTLE FUCK. I GOT YOUR NUMBER; JUST LIKE I GOT YOUR BROTHER'S.]

[ondoreslies]

[Rude, Gabranth. How can you treat your own brother, Captain Basch fon Ronsenburg like that?]

[wotdriveshim]

[Yes.]

[ondoreslies]

[That wasn't a yes or no question.]

[wotdriveshim]

[Too bad. Remove the how, and there you have it.]

[likeabasch]

I-

[Oh, looks like "he's" already here. Thank you Vaan, you're helping.]

[Ahem.]

...Brother.

[childemperor]

...Gabranth?