[voice]

[chopshopgoddess]

So, who's going to be Prince Charming and escort me to the upcoming party? I'm now accepting applications.

Comments

[nothinglikegod]

Well I'm not a prince. But I'm definitely charming.

[chopshopgoddess]

You are pretty charming, I do have to admit. But like, are you even allowed to escort pretty girls? [Priest thing and all.]

[mayflyhunter]

He's not.

[chopshopgoddess]

I didn't think so.

[Pause. Wait, who is this guy? o.O]

Who're you?

[mayflyhunter]

Someone far more suited for educating a fair maiden in the ways of love than a creepy priest who charges for confession.

[DID YOU HEAR THAT, WOLFWOOD?]

[chopshopgoddess]

...Are you, now?

[pffft what. what is going on here |D]

[mayflyhunter]

Yes ma'am!

[chopshopgoddess]

So who are you, mysterious educator of fair maidens?

[mayflyhunter]

Call me by whatever name your heart desires, and I will gladly respond.

[chopshopgoddess]

...Uh huh.

[She thinks you are CRA-ZAY]

How about Bob?

[mayflyhunter]

That works!

[nothinglikegod]

HEY KNOCK IT OFF!

[chopshopgoddess]

Tsk tsk!

[nothinglikegod]

Don't mind him. He's an idiot.

[chopshopgoddess]

Do you really charge for confession?

[nothinglikegod]

[Mikaela gets his serious voice.]

Yes. But he forgot to mention that the money wasn't for me. Our church doubled as an orphanage. It was a hopeless cause unless I made money for them. People confessed and were forgiven, and I had money to send back home to my kids. Everybody wins.