[Ninth Light] Voice

[mintroyalcowboy]

[Someone's been zaaapped and the voice feed flairs to life with a collection of curses so colorfully stringed together in a heavy French accented that it can't even be typed it's that impressive.]

Son of a bitch. [That's the first thing that's clear enough to be heard. There's some fumbling as Pip grabs for the device.]

Merde, you could leave us

Comments

[u_n_asplode]

[...giggle.]

[harkonnenorbust]

A-again? B-but it was only... [Actually she can't remember when she last fed.] ... It was... wasn't that long ago.

[mintroyalcowboy]

Again. At least once a week is 'ow often she wants to 'ave you eat.

[harkonnenorbust]

O-oh....

[mintroyalcowboy]

[A sigh.] Doesn't 'ave to be today, Mignonette. But knowing zhat woman, you will 'ave to eat soon.

OH NOES

[u_n_asplode]

Hello Seras~

WHO ORDERED GOOSE FOR DINNER?

[harkonnenorbust]

Flandre, you really shouldn't repeat words like that.

IDEK MANG

[u_n_asplode]

Are they bad words?

[harkonnenorbust]

They are, so please don't say them again. You might get in big trouble.

[u_n_asplode]

Okay. I--[wheeze]--won't.

[Meaning "unless the situation really warrants it". Which this does not.]

[harkonnenorbust]

Good.