Hmph.

Disgustin' tings. Spineless, slimy cranky fish.

Tch.

[ooc: So taking out her frustration on them.]

Hah.

Play nice, chiles...

Ye'd best behave this time...

[various clanging and clattering sounds; something large being thrown across the room and hitting something else; she mutters indistinctly to herself]

Hm. Sucha waste.

Nine'undred, might she come see ye? De sea woul' calm her some. An' Dee Ess, ye ovahdue fo' a lesson dis week.

..Little Crane. Ye en't been yeself these past few days. How ye feelin ( Read more... )