[accidental audio--> intentional audio]
It wasn't until near noon on St. Patrick's Day (or what passed for it) that Paul actually spoke words to anyone-- he'd been hunkered down in his clock-shop-home, per his words to Dawn about not intending to do anything stupid, and as such hadn't been talking to anyone, just working on sketched plans and lists for how he intended to refurbish the rookery.
At lunch though, he'd decided to make a quick run to the store for the things he couldn't hatch. As usual, he had no intention of paying the Extra for them-- he simply took the supplies he'd wanted, put them into a bag, and started out the store.
As was also usual, the Extra cashier started to politely ask him about paying.
And, as was also usual, Paul said back over his shoulder, "Bite me, you sorry little robot."
....except that what came out his mouth was more like... "Ah, feck off, I'm only after takin' what's needed."
Paul stopped in his tracks. For one disconcerting second, he was sure either Connor or Murphy were somewhere in the store, and he spun around, looking for them.
But no. He had said that. He had said that.
"...did I myself go sayin' that, now?-- oh feck-- oh bloody shite--"
There was a silence for about fifteen seconds that somehow managed to be supremely angry.
Then Paul punched on his tablet-- realized it was already on-- of fucking course-- and snapped, "Does anyone else be sayin' this blarney, or have the 'amsters only arsed up me own gob?"
OOC: Paul's been glitched to speak in an Irish accent today (an over-the-top, stereotypical Irish accent at that). Taunt away.
At lunch though, he'd decided to make a quick run to the store for the things he couldn't hatch. As usual, he had no intention of paying the Extra for them-- he simply took the supplies he'd wanted, put them into a bag, and started out the store.
As was also usual, the Extra cashier started to politely ask him about paying.
And, as was also usual, Paul said back over his shoulder, "Bite me, you sorry little robot."
....except that what came out his mouth was more like... "Ah, feck off, I'm only after takin' what's needed."
Paul stopped in his tracks. For one disconcerting second, he was sure either Connor or Murphy were somewhere in the store, and he spun around, looking for them.
But no. He had said that. He had said that.
"...did I myself go sayin' that, now?-- oh feck-- oh bloody shite--"
There was a silence for about fifteen seconds that somehow managed to be supremely angry.
Then Paul punched on his tablet-- realized it was already on-- of fucking course-- and snapped, "Does anyone else be sayin' this blarney, or have the 'amsters only arsed up me own gob?"
OOC: Paul's been glitched to speak in an Irish accent today (an over-the-top, stereotypical Irish accent at that). Taunt away.