I'm not being "mean," Lily, I'm just reminding him that it isn't the nicest thing in the world to run his mouth off like he has been doing almosdt continually since his arrival. In fact, it's extremely rude.
You see, it seems that--unfortunately--his mother never taught him what is rude and what is polite, so he needs to be reminded sometimes.
Yay Commentlog!electronichoundSeptember 14 2008, 04:33:49 UTC
[Batou takes off his grey leather jacket and slings it across the back of the chair.]
Stand back.
[The cyborg rolls his shoulders, plants his feet, and begins to pry the door open. The synthetic muscles on his arms bunch and stand out and the metal warps and bends around his fingers. Batou's teeth are gritted as he applies all of his considerable strength-- to no avail. He's bent the steel doorframe and cut open the skin on his hands, but the door remains closed. His shoulders steam a bit and his white 'blood' drips from the cuts on his fingers.]
[There's a fluttering of feathers and two long legs pick their way down the corridor. A beak pecks at the lock and the door pops open. The creature disappears down the hall, trailing Peeps in its wake!]
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You see, it seems that--unfortunately--his mother never taught him what is rude and what is polite, so he needs to be reminded sometimes.
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[He picks up a peep and nibbles on it.]
Commoners' food. Are they so poor that they cannot afford to properly melt their sugar?
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Stand back.
[The cyborg rolls his shoulders, plants his feet, and begins to pry the door open. The synthetic muscles on his arms bunch and stand out and the metal warps and bends around his fingers. Batou's teeth are gritted as he applies all of his considerable strength-- to no avail. He's bent the steel doorframe and cut open the skin on his hands, but the door remains closed. His shoulders steam a bit and his white 'blood' drips from the cuts on his fingers.]
... damn.
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