I Know. Thats Why Its Fun.

“I know. That’s why it’s fun.”

snickering-kitsune:

“Hmph. Wusses. Nano ja.”

“You know, it’s considered rude to poke fun at the way someone talks.”

thetraitordemon:

“Going blind…” He muttered in thought. When was it he started to lose his sight? That was something he never thought of really but then it was odd to hear the other talk in a helpful way. “I suppose I could seek the help on the shepherd if needed but…”

Trailing off as he looked to him an amused look soon crossed his face. “Do I take that tip as you not wanting me to go blind? I didn’t expect and old man like me to manage to get a hellion like you to worry on losing my sight. Thinking it to be no longer fun when I go blind?” He grinned on his teasings though he did wonder on the truth of it.

“But I’ll consider it…if I meet them.”

“Not to mention a while ago me looking up at the sky might not help my sight one dang bit.”

“You’ll consider it?”

Lunarre clenched his his fists and rounded on the seraph, bristling with anger. 

“You really don’t give a damn anymore do you, old man?” he snarled. He didn’t care how it looked, frustration poured out of him and nothing could stop it. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you care so little about yourself that blindness means nothing? Are you so wrapped up in your own crusade of friendship that you can’t see how pointless it is? If you’re really so stupid to think you can be of any help to anyone as you are - let alone blind - then maybe you deserve to lose your damned sight! Maybe then at last you’ll realise just how much of a stupid old man you are!”

Lunarre stopped suddenly, breathing hard. He wanted to take the stupid bastard’s eyes out himself! Why couldn’t he get it? Even if he laughed at the fact a hellion cared about him... surely he was not so far gone he couldn’t see the sincerity of Lunarre’s feelings, or that the situation was a serious one. What could Lunarre do to make Kimuri give a damn about his own self?

timidplum:

Jolting slightly on the voice he turned quickly on his heel to look to the man that spoke to him. Bloody hands clinching into fists. He was being watched?! That wasn’t good for him- but…why was he getting praised on that..? The feeling of malevolence from the other soon made it obvious. He was just like him….

“How long have you been there?” He asked quickly, not wanting to give much idle chit chat to a hellion that might be a threat to him.

The hellion merely laughed. He knew which of them was stronger, and it certainly wasn’t the kid in front of him. The kid was good, certainly, but he had a way to go to catch Lunarre. To show he came in peace, Lunarre raised both hands up while chuckling.

“Just in time to see you kill,” he said. “Nice job. Though I can’t help but notice you didn’t enjoy it all that much.”

“Heh. Grow some hair on your pecker, Sorey. Then we can talk about boobs.”

he doesn’t get what’s so great about boobs

shepherdiing:

Sorey, dense as he was at times, did manage to pick up on the awkwardness that came from Lunaree as he spoke. That certain sheepish hesitation, as if he wasn’t quite sure if he was saying something out of line or not. The shepherd didn’t draw any attention towards it, instead canting his head to the side and smiling.

❛ That sure sounds like something and I don’t know if that something is a good thing, but it’s definitely a thing I’d like to see. No offense, but my money is on Rose. She can really pack it away. ❜

Lunarre laughed. This kid didn’t have a cynical bone in his body. Suddenly the hellion felt lighter in himself, and he wagged a mischievous finger.

“Boss is good, but don’t underestimate my gluttony! I’ll make sure your money goes to waste!”

what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character?