A Fishy Fish Malk Wants to Take a Dip in the RP Pond

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Why are we talking?





....shoo! I fulfill no need for you. Go on. There is nothing to discuss. Swimming around in circles, that's all.

Swimming backwards, now that would be a trick. But you? Backwards. Backsliding. Backdraft.

No. Wait. That's fire.



Why are you still here? Leave.

Comments

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Lunatics.

[cyfarwyd]

I'd got that impression, if I'm to be honest with you, but lunatics are still human.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Well pointed.

Malkavians are supernatural lunatics.

[cyfarwyd]

Well, good on them, except for they wouldn't be the kind of supernatural lunatics who like to go around stabbing poor innocent storytellers, would they? Only those are my least favourite kind of supernatural lunatic, and it would be a terrible waste for you to be one.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

[She laughs.]

Let's see how good of a storyteller you are.

[cyfarwyd]

I'm the best, bach. Known for it, in fact.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Go on. Impress me, guppy.

[cyfarwyd]

And what is it you'll do for me, hm? I don't work for free, love, I've got to pay for my bread the same as anyone else.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

And here I thought you were begging for your life moments ago. And now you want to bargain?

I think I like you.

[cyfarwyd]

And it's glad I am to hear it, lady, but for all the worth there is in that, there's no one'll accept it from me as payment.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

A pity. I do love a good story.

[cyfarwyd]

Everyone does, love.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

If I'm your love, I should have all the stories I want.

And cake.

[cyfarwyd]

Well, you aren't, see. Not as of just yet, leastways. That's just how we talk here.

[And as for cake, she'd probably be disappointed by bara brith.]

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Pity.