He had already felt, up in his bloodpusher, that this was not going to be a good day. But this? This? No. He refused. This was not allowed to happen.
The spew splatters on the floor and onto his shoes, dirtying the ends of his pants. He is not a seadweller and so it isn't as if he really cares about the clothing he's been given. And sure, he's been blood coated but blood is sacred.
That, however, is not. (And maybe some ghost of something deep inside ain't so pleased.) His eyes narrow.
He growls and does one single shake of his head as he reaches down, yanks this fool up and says, "MOTHERFUCKER, I AM AT TO HAVING NEITHER THE TIME NOR MOTHERFUCKING PATIENCE TO BE ABOUT AMENDING TO THIS HOOFBEASTSHIT. Mirth dammit, you could as least have got at it to be elsewhere."
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The spew splatters on the floor and onto his shoes, dirtying the ends of his pants. He is not a seadweller and so it isn't as if he really cares about the clothing he's been given. And sure, he's been blood coated but blood is sacred.
That, however, is not. (And maybe some ghost of something deep inside ain't so pleased.) His eyes narrow.
He growls and does one single shake of his head as he reaches down, yanks this fool up and says, "MOTHERFUCKER, I AM AT TO HAVING NEITHER THE TIME NOR MOTHERFUCKING PATIENCE TO BE ABOUT AMENDING TO THIS HOOFBEASTSHIT. Mirth dammit, you could as least have got at it to be elsewhere."