*sighs in relief* That's good to hear...wait, then you'd fit in just like the rest of us, especially me. We're both a couple of wild and crazy guys, remember?
Warner, the Elves will be offended when they hear that. Take it back. Unless you meant a certain Grayson of our mutual acquaintance. Perhaps he's a mislocated Elf, in fact. He's just a little bit on the short side.
He's conducted himself well, considering all the extenuating circumstances. A lesser man couldn't have stood the strain. You don't need to worry about him, or Lady Harrington--we're all trying to keep track of her. More or less. She's slippery, you know.
You're perfectly good enough for me right now. Don't worry. At least you're talking to me! I need someone of my own general level to talk to, in fact. Finally we get someone here who can wipe his own nose without assistance.
Typist: I don't know. I have weird ones of my own.
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Typist: ...Why the hell are you so weird, Warner?
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Typist: I don't know. I have weird ones of my own.
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Typist: *pokes Warner* It's amusing, though.
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