12th Picture [Phone] Holy shit.

[bestpapaever]

[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

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[best_papa_evar]

Ha, ha, ha, yes~? What is it, pipsqueak?

[best_papa_evar]

Pipsqueak. Don't tell me you're dense, too? Should I spell it? Use it in a sentence?

[best_papa_evar]

Me? Naaaah, I just realized what a waste of time this place is--better off just watching them drag people off to be maimed or murdered. At least then there'll be something worth hanging out on the porch over.

It's not like there's a out of here, anyway.

[best_papa_evar]

What the hell is right, midget--I can't believe I was wasting my valuable time on the likes of you pathetic leeches. I'd much rather deal with the wonderful me, myself, and I~♫

[I-I don't mean any of it, Zidane, really... ;3;]

[best_papa_evar]

Something's not right? Maybe it's the fact that you had the gall to talk to me like you're something of any importance.

[best_papa_evar]

Maybe you just have bad hearing.