june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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no, no, i'm certain i spelled it correctly

[roaming]

And doesn't that just send Hector's eyebrows climbing right upward, his mouth flattening into what several people can attest to is a forbidding line. He's had some sass tossed his way over the years, more than he cares to admit, but that doesn't mean he has to simply turn the other cheek, as the saying goes (that he has never once applied to anything his entire life).

"Oh, does it now. Can't imagine what that could be." No, not at all, obviously. "Can't imagine there couldn't possibly be a common thread between peevery and you whatsoever. Nay, perish that thought entirely."

No sarcasm there, no sir.

"Well, I do thank you for that bit of encouragement, nonetheless." Another beat, because he has no intention of letting such foolishness continue, already looking ahead for his path of exit. "Best of luck with that curse, mate."

this means war

[skelepun]

Oh, Barbossa. Didn't anyone ever tell you that sarcasm Isn't Funny? Sans' grin widens, alight with fresh interest.

Screw the leg recruitment -- he's got a live one here. A live one that's looking to wriggle off the hook.

"Aw, c'mon, talking to you isn't exactly a walk on the beach but I'd hardly call it a curse." He cocks his head to the side, beaming at the man as he goes. "We gotta do something about that self-esteem, hotlegs."