Jun 06, 2011 01:57
[Roy’s face appears on screen and he does not look pleased. He doesn’t even look confused or shocked or any variant thereof, in fact, he’s just annoyed.]
Why do these things always happen at the most inconvenient time? Can someone answer me that? Seriously. Actually no, don’t answer that, I don’t even-- [He cuts himself off with what must be very vulgar language in Navajo. This is a very bad mood, even for Roy.]
I’d just gotten Lian to bed, too. Look, I don’t know what the hell this is about but if you need heroes so damn bad, you’re giving out dog tags to everyone you grab, lemme give you some numbers to call because I am done for the day. So book me a ride back home on whatever brought me here, pronto.
[He shuts the feed off as angrily as is possible, which isn’t much given that it’s just a very aggressive button-push, but he has to make-do with what he has.]
† roy harper | red arrow