[ Voice Post ]

[sword_and_quill]

[  Various muffled banter and laughing can be heard in the background, along with the clinking of glasses. A grumbling young man's voice then cuts through it, drowning out the others. ]

Funny, innit? Jus' when ya think yur'a startin' te get used ter this damn place. Disturbin' a thought as tha is.

[ There's a pause as he takes a swig from his glass,

Comments

[misterblackbird]

Fakir. You hardly sound like yourself this evening.

[ Voice ] Sorry, his temper is running high at the moment XD;

[sword_and_quill]

Sho' wha? Who'sh askin' you?

[ Voice ]

[misterblackbird]

No one's asking me. I'm merely remarking on things.

[ Voice ]

[sword_and_quill]

'Mark on somefin elsh. I'fe had 'nough markin' wish tha oth'r godd'm cursh.

[ Voice ]

[misterblackbird]

Very well, then. I'll bid you good evening.

[ Voice ]

[sword_and_quill]

Yah righ'. Good. Bou' as goo' ash gettin' kicked in tha bloody facsh. Hun'erd timesh.