voicetesting forever

[rustoleum]

That's a rather generous estimate. I'm afraid you're giving me far too much credit, in fact; at this rate, you'll find I'm a rather disappointingly simple man, at heart.

Though I admit that quality of simplicity itself may prove its own challenge, if you go on over-thinking things. Caution is prudent, but dwelling is an unfortunate habit to cultivate.

...Just try to remember the difference between decisive action and impulsiveness. One is bound to get you into more trouble than not.

Comments

[colourofthesky]

Too much credit? Oh come on, I think you're selling yourself short, Angeal.

[rustoleum]

Am I? And you wouldn't consider yourself more than a little biased?

[colourofthesky]

Totally are. And me, biased? Nah, no way. I'm only speaking truth.

[rustoleum]

Well, then, I'm flattered you think so highly of me. Misguided though it may be.

[colourofthesky]

Misguided? Jezz man, now you're really being hard on yourself. If I got to come over that and bop some sense into I will.

[And by 'bop' he means make puppy eyes until you feel bad! Which is worse!]

[rustoleum]

My apologies. I was under the impression it was my duty to 'bop' some sense into you.

[ He's bluffing, though; he won't last a second against the puppy eyes. THEY'RE THE WORST. ]

[colourofthesky]

Yeah, well, sometimes the tables gotta be flipped.

[It's Zack's true limit break.]

So, is your mun treating you well? Seems like these muns always want to do the worst to us instead of letting have some rest.

[rustoleum]

[ table-flipping sounds like a pretty great limit break ngl ]

Hm. I suppose I've been lucky, then. Mine seems to think I've been through enough, for now. ...At least of the truly unpleasant side of life.

[colourofthesky]

That's good to hear. If anyone needs a break, it's you.

My mun has been behaving for a bit, but I'm just waiting for them to get some crazy idea on their head. [It's not like he died or anything! Nope, it's fine mun, keep making his life..err death suck.]

[rustoleum]

I should beg to differ. Lying idle does not sit well on me.

I'm glad to hear you're well, though, even if only for now. If anyone deserves to be, it's you.

[colourofthesky]

I get what you mean. It's been...man, I don't know how long since my mun let me out.

[And seeing how the last time he was in a game he got all sorts of dead and un-mako'd...yeah, it sucked.]

I think we both should have a get-outta-whatever-crazy-ideas-these-muns-might have-planned pass and do something fun. Like real fun, but getting memories messed with or sent to prison stuff.

[rustoleum]

Prison?

[ excuse pls ]

Just what have the you been up to?

[colourofthesky]

Yeah, but that idea ended up falling through, so no worries!

[Look at that smile? You can totally trust it, right?]

...Although, now I might be headed somewhere worse.

[youwillrot]

Any credit is already far too much.

[rustoleum]

Charming as always, I see.

[youwillrot]

Resorting to flattery so soon?

[The smirk that follows could only be called catty.]

At least you know your place.

[rustoleum]

My place, is it? In your new world order?

Yes. I see it well, now; that's true. But unfortunately it is no longer with you.

[youwillrot]

Six feet under isn't much better, I hear.

[rustoleum]

On the contrary, it's a far more pleasant existence than one of unending turmoil. If somewhat lacking, for it.

[youwillrot]

Only you would find rotting in the dirt pleasant.

[rustoleum]

Ah, when you put it that way... I suppose I do enjoy being one with the earth more than most.

[youwillrot]

[Eight comments in and he already wants to stab something. Brilliant, Angeal.]

Does he get all his annoying tendencies from you, as well?

[rustoleum]

[ It's what he does. ]

Not at all. I like to think that we each have our own uniquely annoying tendencies.

[youwillrot]

[Coincidentally, stabbing things is also what he does.]

And both equally worthless.

[rustoleum]

In the opinion of a man who has deemed every life worthless, a rather shallow judgement.

[youwillrot]

Yet still a fitting one, for filth such as yourself.