Voicetesting like hell. Being enabled at paradisa and abaxcity. Evil.

[midhitgrope]

You wanna fuckin' do what!?

...Why th'fuck'd you wanna do that to me? Magic castles and shit are not what I signed up for, man.

And what the fuck is up with taking me from seconds before I get shot in the face?! You'd better reconsider that, man. That is not cool.

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[spiritusaequitas]

Y'don't sign up for it, Roc. It just kinda fuckin' happens.

[midhitgrope]

Murph?

...You mean I got no say in anything again? Christ, it's just like being the damn package boy, again! Fuck.

[spiritusaequitas]

No, it's Saint fuckin' Anthony, genius. ... And I wouldn' say it's that bad. Y'get to pick yer own job, here.

... if you know what I mean.

[midhitgrope]

Well, you look fuckin' older, man. And that hair. What's with that?

[spiritusaequitas]

Long story. [he frowns, not really wanting to have That Conversation right off the bat] Could say we been on the lam.

[midhitgrope]

Man, you need to let me shave that for ya. [Says the walking hairpile]

[spiritusaequitas]

Oh yeah, you know how to do hair all of a sudden. [snerk] Sorry if I don' say yes right away to gettin' the Ski Mask Special.

[shepherdsveritas]

[messes up Rocco's hair]

Maybe we should give you a bit've a trim, aye?

[midhitgrope]

[Not. Amused. He ducks out of the way.]

Hey, hey. No-one messes with my hair, got it? Unless ya a chick, no touching, got it?

[spiritusaequitas]

[cracks up] Oh, absolutely. Jus' show us th' restrainin' order on yer lovely flowin' locks and I'll back the fuck off.

[shepherdsveritas]

[too bad. He flips Rocco's hair]

You sure y've got a right t'complain? Y'almost look like a greasy little girl from th'back as it is!

[midhitgrope]

Hey, at least I don't look like I got into a fight with a gardening shop.

[And Connor gets a look] And you're no pretty looker, there, gramps.

[go_fuck_yerself]

Sounds like a right good plan te me - good t'see yeh Rocc'.

[This Connor hasn't had much time to recoop after finding out about your death, ya see.]

[midhitgrope]

Hey, it's only been ten seconds from where I'm standing.

Ya lookin' good, kid. Blood ain't exactly a good look.

[go_fuck_yerself]

Could say the same fer yerself, there. [Small laugh.] Could do with a bit of a shave, but tha' goes without sayin'.

[midhitgrope]

'ey, chicks dig the beard, alright.

[ofhumanlife]

Hate to break it to you but I'm pretty sure your mun doesn't give a shit about what you consider cool.

[midhitgrope]

'ey, who asked you? This is between me and the big guy.

[ofhumanlife]

The big guy? Seriously? You realize these fuckfaces already have enough of a god complex without you calling them that, right?

[midhitgrope]

Pff. I wasn't callin' him that because I respect him, nah.

Got a bit too much extra paddin', if you get my meaning.

[He pats his own stomach. Thanks Rocco.]

[ofhumanlife]

Oh. [ She definitely looks amused by that. ] Well, as long as he knows how you meant it...

[midhitgrope]

He does. [There were diagrams.]

So, what about you, gorgeous? What trouble have you been forced into?

[ofhumanlife]

[ Gorgeous? Really? That just... gets a slight eyebrow raise. ]

None yet, shockingly enough. I'm still waiting for her to finish catching up on my life so she can throw me into some shit-hole.

[midhitgrope]

That's where we differ. This bastard was all up on my life within the first ten minutes! [An over-exaggeration]

At least you're going to still be alive.