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[o_sarchasm]

[THERE IS A METAL BOOMERANG FLYING PAST YOU. It was very clearly intended for your face, but fate smiles down upon you this day.

...Also, eight year olds have very bad aim.]

You--! DON'T MOVE. And Katara, stay behind me!

(( ETA: KATARA'S BRAIN DIED s-she will be back tomorrow ♥ ETA2: I AM OFF TO TARGET, will be back later :|b ))

Comments

[say_thee_nay]

That was ill-advised, child. Someone might well have suffered injury.

[There is a tone being used, here. It implies that of all possible someones in question, the speaker would not be among them.]

[o_sarchasm]

[WOW, YOU'RE HUGE. AND BLONDE.]

No way...

[say_thee_nay]

... in actuality, there are a myriad of ways in which injury might result from the throwing of a metal object. In fact, I am quite familiar with several.

[o_sarchasm]

What's wrong with your hair?

[say_thee_nay]

Naught, to my knowledge. Ne'er have I found cause for complaint.

[o_sarchasm]

It's a weird color.

[say_thee_nay]

'Tis common enough among my folk... Yet I take it that is not the case amongst thine?

[o_sarchasm]

What?

[say_thee_nay]

None of thy people have hair like mine, yes?

[o_sarchasm]

Oh. Normal people have brown hair. Everybody knows that.

[say_thee_nay]

So... Thou hasth ne'er met someone who is both brown-haired and abnormal?

[o_sarchasm]

My sister, but I got used to her.

[say_thee_nay]

Then 'tis merely a matter of further expanding thy social circle to include those with differing shades of both hair and normalcy.

[o_sarchasm]

...Uhhh.

[say_thee_nay]

... meet more people. Then the differences among them will seem less marked.

[o_sarchasm]

Nobody ever comes to the South Pole.