[For a moment the screen is filled with an oddly textured blackness that soon turns into the sleeve of Riff's coat as he pulls his arm back. When the screen clears you can see that Riff is sat rather comfortably at a desk, apparently focussing on whatever it is he's writing. In the background, lounging comfortable on his bed (and fully dressed,
(
Read more... )
Comments 41
Riff. You are a Weapon and your Weapon form is a poison bottle. [If he were a little kid, he'd be jumping on the bed.] Why are you even sitting there planning a tea party?
Reply
Yes, I know what I am Lord Cain. And no, you're not testing me on the rodent population.
I am planning a tea party because, considering recent events, I thought people might like something else to think about for a little while.
Reply
Why not? They're nothing but pests who are going to be exterminated one way or another. I would be delighted to help with that task.
[He crosses his arms, pouts even more.]
Are other people more important to you than me?
Reply
[He gets up and moves to kneel before Cain, looking up at him, because even if the question was more petulant than anything else, it tugs at Riff's unresolved issues]
No one is more important than you Lord Cain.
Reply
A tea party? How-- [Utterly British you are] Cute. I'll be there. Hopefully my wounds will be healed enough by then.
...But even if they aren't, I'll come anyhow. Is there a dress code?
Reply
Reply
I'll be there, of course. Hopefully by then the sand will have been cleaned up.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
I would love to come. I think a little fun is exactly what we need right now. [If only for a little while.]
Oh- I'm in room 10G at the Casualty Communal.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment