Enter, stage left

[evil_time_lord]

Brad Crawford--a Brad Crawford, anyway, if such a distinction is meaningful for someone like him in a place like this--steps into the Nexus, and stops. A curious look passes across his face, slowly fading into a distant, calculating semblance of a smile, and after a moment he walks very deliberately and for no obvious reason 15 paces to one side

Comments

[sadisticfashion]

Smile.

"You know the answer to that."

[evil_time_lord]

::makes the motions of checking his watch:: Late, as always. ::glances over the assemblage:: Developing a bit of a sweet-tooth, are we?

[sadisticfashion]

"You know how I enjoy desserts."

[evil_time_lord]

::That I do, my little telepath. That I do indeed::
And have you been taking proper care of your pets since you've been here?

[sadisticfashion]

Small pout.

"I have no pets. Their owners claimed them too soon."

[evil_time_lord]

::mothering glare:: All these sweets, and no one to play with? Keep that up and you're going to get fat. Do you have any idea how much it would cost to replace your wardrobe?
::long-suffering sigh:: Well, I suppose we'll just have to find you some pets, somehow. Or see about some of those owners, perhaps.

[sadisticfashion]

"The owners may be troublesome. They are also Schwarz."

[evil_time_lord]

Don't be ridiculous. They are of Schwarz, perhaps.

[sadisticfashion]

"Semantics so soon? You have just met."

[evil_time_lord]

::cocks an eyebrow in near-disbelief, and lets out an exasperated sigh:: Do please try to think through what you're saying and who you're speaking to before letting yourself say such stupid things, in the future.

[sadisticfashion]

"I did not think I was kept for my intelligence."

[evil_time_lord]

Ah, Schuldig, you always know just the right thing to say.

[sadisticfashion]

"I know what others wish to hear."