12th Picture [Phone] Holy shit.
[Phone]
[Upon drinking that blasted tea, Hughes is now quite affected by the horrible, terrible raven curse shit... It's kind of ironic, considering he doesn't even really like tea--he was just trying to be nice. So much for that now. If you could only see the unpleasantly scary smile that accompanies his mouth right now when he picks up the phone...]
[His voice is icy, but humored. It's really horrifying to think of.]
Y'know, I've been thinkin'... This place is a shithole, yeah, and it's filled with useless blubberin' idiots, but it isn't soooo bad--you don't die because a bunch of brats lead you to a grand scheme of some cocky asshole, and I practically just need to sit on my ass for a steady paycheck... So who cares if my paperwork's supposed to be filled out? Who cares if that little old bitch needs reimbursement for her car accident?
She can fill out her own paperwork.
[And a laugh rings out--eeeergh, a laugh unfitting for that voice.]
And hey, I don't have that nagging wife and clingy little brat bothering me here. Nothin' better than being free from all that false sense of comfort--now I can actually focus on what matters, like watching all you squirm because you want to go hooome, back to being on the fast track to getting yourselves buried 6 feet under. Boo hoo hoo.
Wa, ha, ha~♫
[Action if you'd prefer/want]
[Y-yeah, he's walking down the street... l-looking like good ol' happy, normal Hughes...]
[It's a trap!!]
[I mean--he's still effected by the Raven's Blood... Just, uh, ignore him...]
[Upon drinking that blasted tea, Hughes is now quite affected by the horrible, terrible raven curse shit... It's kind of ironic, considering he doesn't even really like tea--he was just trying to be nice. So much for that now. If you could only see the unpleasantly scary smile that accompanies his mouth right now when he picks up the phone...]
[His voice is icy, but humored. It's really horrifying to think of.]
Y'know, I've been thinkin'... This place is a shithole, yeah, and it's filled with useless blubberin' idiots, but it isn't soooo bad--you don't die because a bunch of brats lead you to a grand scheme of some cocky asshole, and I practically just need to sit on my ass for a steady paycheck... So who cares if my paperwork's supposed to be filled out? Who cares if that little old bitch needs reimbursement for her car accident?
She can fill out her own paperwork.
[And a laugh rings out--eeeergh, a laugh unfitting for that voice.]
And hey, I don't have that nagging wife and clingy little brat bothering me here. Nothin' better than being free from all that false sense of comfort--now I can actually focus on what matters, like watching all you squirm because you want to go hooome, back to being on the fast track to getting yourselves buried 6 feet under. Boo hoo hoo.
Wa, ha, ha~♫
[Action if you'd prefer/want]
[Y-yeah, he's walking down the street... l-looking like good ol' happy, normal Hughes...]
[It's a trap!!]
[I mean--he's still effected by the Raven's Blood... Just, uh, ignore him...]