1 half-lit cigarette. ☠ should've worn the kevlar, pip.
[A few short, uncertain scribbles appear, followed by a series of ink blots. They are quickly rubbed around in weird spiral patterns.]
Stupid thing! I can't write in this condition! I cannot do anyThing! I am like a useless lumpy potato! This is the fault of the damn bou bUogei bourgeoisie! I should charge her extra! I will charge her extra extra! These things do not happen to me until I work for Hellsing. Then suddenly BAMBAM all the creepy crawlies come out of the woodworks to bother me! I am only a man. So handsome but still a man.
I do not like you, Rivelata! I do not like you almost as much as I do not like London! And that is a lot! I do not like the food! I do not like yoooooou! I will go home when the bourgeoisie sends me a private jet! Two private jets! One for me and one for my hat!
[ooc; SORRY THIS ONLY TOOK ME A MILLION YEARS TO GET AROUND TO POSTING. D; I couldn't figure out a good way to introduce him until now. Also, Pip's still pretty banged up from a wound he got in his side before he arrived so he'll be writing with his left hand until he starts to feel better since the idiot also doesn't understand the audio function yet. Expect his handwriting to look like a 3-year-old scribbling on the walls. He'll also be pretty rambly until he settles down a little. He doesn't really react well to situations that go beyond what human science can explain.]
Stupid thing! I can't write in this condition! I cannot do anyThing! I am like a useless lumpy potato! This is the fault of the damn bou bUogei bourgeoisie! I should charge her extra! I will charge her extra extra! These things do not happen to me until I work for Hellsing. Then suddenly BAMBAM all the creepy crawlies come out of the woodworks to bother me! I am only a man. So handsome but still a man.
I do not like you, Rivelata! I do not like you almost as much as I do not like London! And that is a lot! I do not like the food! I do not like yoooooou! I will go home when the bourgeoisie sends me a private jet! Two private jets! One for me and one for my hat!
[ooc; SORRY THIS ONLY TOOK ME A MILLION YEARS TO GET AROUND TO POSTING. D; I couldn't figure out a good way to introduce him until now. Also, Pip's still pretty banged up from a wound he got in his side before he arrived so he'll be writing with his left hand until he starts to feel better since the idiot also doesn't understand the audio function yet. Expect his handwriting to look like a 3-year-old scribbling on the walls. He'll also be pretty rambly until he settles down a little. He doesn't really react well to situations that go beyond what human science can explain.]