[There's a certain Eldarian soldier stalking angrily through the plaza. That in itself is nothing out of the ordinary; Arumat walks around with a scowl on his face a good 95% of the time. No, what's unusual is the fact that he's positively dripping with chocolate syrup. Yep, guess who got caught in a chocolate rain? The situation probably
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He digs a cotton cloth out of his shopping bag. It was going to be put into service waxing his sword, but... he can get another one. These are dire circumstances. 'Sup, Arumat. Wad of white fabric, being tossed your way.]
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Have you been affected as well?
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Not yet. [Although his tone suggests he's just waiting for this remarkable good luck to run out.]
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[... oh disgusting, it's running down the inside of his jacket. He'll just deal with that when he gets home. At least now his hair is only partly chocolate-colored!]
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Sigmund's hardly going to keep Arumat standing in the plaza longer than he wants to be, especially while he's dripping chocolate everywhere, so he takes a step to the side to signal that Arumat can leave whenever he pleases. A big step, to be out of range of chocolate spatters.]
I do.
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Still, he'll be polite and fold the cloth up as neatly as he can before handing it back to Sigmund. Just... disregard the chocolate.]
An experiment?
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If so, it is a foolish one.
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[He takes a step and... makes a squelching noise as he does. How humiliating.]
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