Two.

[ambitions_are]

[Mello storms into the Laundry Cove of Crux Decussata House carrying his black leather motorcycle jacket, which now bears a large splotch of fresh yellow paint all down the back. He heads to the kitchen, seething, and grabs the nearest towel and begins wiping the paint off his jacket, muttering under his breath.]

Crazy little ...

[He stops, and

Comments

[thatidiotchosen]

No idea!

[ambitions_are]

[Annoyed eyeroll]

Thanks, that was ever so helpful.

[Goes back to scrubbing at the paint with the towel]

[thatidiotchosen]

Hey, you asked if we knew, and you got an answer. Way I see it, you're just bein' picky now.

[ambitions_are]

Way I see it, you're being kind of a moron.

[Grumbling more at the paint than anything]