on that new rufftoon comic, game shenannigans and the growing problem of feels.

[closetshark]

Stop. Now.

Your screeching and flailing about like a demented octopus was utterly undignified.

I am also all but about to slaughter that girl, I do not want some idiot little girl toddling after me trying to 'fix' me or whatever it is she is trying to do. I regret not allowing her to be devoured enough as it is.

...and no we do not need any more of the Guardians to show up so stop... yes that includes Mother Nature.

Also, speaking of unfinished buisiness I suggest you sit yourself down and finish that application. You have been sitting on it for months and time is not endless.

Comments

[trololoki]

I wasn't aware that octopi could scream...

Mostly they just ink themselves.

[closetshark]

You must not have terrorized enough of them.

They shriek.

[trololoki]

I think I'll have to try that sometime.

...As long as you try having fun once in a while.

[closetshark]

Fun is causing a witch hunt over the common cold.

[trololoki]

Nah, you've got to try pranks sometime. It's great. You should hide North's reindeer one year. Or replace all the dye in Aster's vats with black ink.

[closetshark]

They're not really my thing and I'm not suicidal.

[trololoki]

Aw, come on. No one ever killed me. Not even after that one night I got really drunk.

[unpredictably]

No?

[closetshark]

[You get the biggest sigh ever, because really he did not need this but it's still a... nice surprise because well... family.]

I don't... not want you around. I wouldn't mind it even, out of anyone who could arrive there I'd be happiest to see you it's just.. not a good time.

[There are event shenannigans afoot and he's currently spending half his time as a ninny who worries too much about little girls.]