Voice - someone sounds cranky

[gamepatch]

Christ.

Shoot me before I end up shooting someone else. Either way, I'll feel a hell of lot better. I'm down to my lucky boxers here.

Wish I had something to wipe the sweat with.

Like a pair of nice red knickers.

[Hey, even in the sweltering heat, Matt is still Matt.]

Comments

[perfect_service]

Perhaps a rag?

[gamepatch]

Wouldn't wanna take away the tools of your trade.

[perfect_service]

It's no worry, I have plenty.

[myownmemory]

Oh, give the girls a break. Really.

[gamepatch]

Didn't you read the candy? They don't belong to a girl.

Well, they do. But someone else is wearing 'em.

[myownmemory]

No! I've got better things to do than read every dumb lie on candy!

....sick.

[gamepatch]

Wasn't there something about you on there? Yeah. I think there was.

[consecratedash]

Charming.

Here I thought you'd aim for white.

[gamepatch]

If they were white, I'd probably put them on. Help reflect the heat.

[consecratedash]

Least you're not in leather.

Get the new schedule Redfield just posted? Enjoy long walks in the dropping sunlight.

[gamepatch]

...Fuck me.

Care to trade?

[Voice]

[rons_a_keeper]

[Hi, have a voice that doesn't know whether to sound horrified or pissed off.]

... what was that about red knickers, mate?

[Voice]

[gamepatch]

[He hears that tone a lot, eheh.]

To wipe the sweat off.

On second thought, they probably belong on the wall. You know, like a deer's head only more sporting.

[Voice]

[rons_a_keeper]

I don't know what you're on about, but you'd be better off sticking to your 'luck boxers'.

[Voice]

[gamepatch]

They're not exactly a trophy.

Sounds like you're familiar with the knickers in question.

[cutestnightmare]

...eww.

[gamepatch]

Think they have cooties?

[cutestnightmare]

...cooties? It's just yucky, that's all. Use a handkerchief!