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Posted on May 28, 2013 at 06:45:12 PM by Bryar
Warning This Post May Contain Referances Unsuitable For Younger Readers. That Is All.
You can talk all you want but my skin is really thick
“I have two hands and awesome balance chopping my hand off ain’t gunna stop my knocking skills you moron!” the sharp mouthed retort is issued as the pillow descends sharply onto her face the last words come out somewhat muffled due to a rather nasty pillow infiltration. The girl splutters for all of a moment before she hurls the cushion in her hand straight at him. Unfortunately she doubts it’ll actually hit him full in the face as he manages to push her mid throw and that previously spoken of awesome balance fails her and she ends up falling back onto her ass in her usual filled with grace lady like style. Her wrist twists painfully to catch her weight but the only give away on her face is a slight wrinkle of her nose. Really a twisted wrist is nothing when you think climbing up the cliffs at the cove is fun or jumping off them into the ocean below. Cuts and bruises are something of a usual occurrence for Bryar and as far as Wayra’s concerned she must have fractured or broken every bone in her body at least once. Bryar calls him a fusspot and says it’s only half. Still crying over a twisted wrist is dumb especially when payback is so much more fun. Supporting her weight on her arms and ignoring the twinges she kicks out hoping to catch him in the side with her bare heel. She supposes it’d be kind of cool to say that she doesn’t start fights she finishes them but being able to say she start and finishes them is just so much more awesome. “I could so electrocute you smart ass,” playful green eyes narrow into a glare. “I’m not exactly gunna tell you that I’m gunna go all sparky on you so you can go all walk-y throughable. Nope I’d surprise spark you and I’d win,” she nods once in a decided ‘I am right and you’re a dumb twat for thinking otherwise’ way. Her hands settle by her sides momentarily then switch to under her head and then finally come to rest on her stomach the fingers constantly tapping against her sides whilst her foot twitches. Staying still when she wants to do something (which is practically always) is just not a strong suit of hers; okay to be honest she completely fails at it. She tunes in and out as Tristan starts to complain that he lives there her brain filtering it as unimportant information. That mischievous glint that loves to glimmer in her eyes reignites as he mentions the great hall and she easily pushes herself into a sitting position. “Um duh I’ve never been there. Hello this my first time in the castle you thick git,” her lips pursed and she holds the unimpressed look for a minute before it drops and the dangerous grin resumes. “You know we gotta get to those beams now right?” The wheels, cogs, gears, jelly bean factory or whatever else you want to call it, inside the girls brain start to churn and turn as ideas flit in and out as quick as Wayra’s flap when he panic’s. Ever impatient she’s already standing trying not to bounce up and down on the bed again when the tapping can be heard at the window. “Kidnapper my ass what other weirdo’s you expecting tonight?” Bryar’s quite aware she’s just called herself a weirdo but she doesn’t see that as a bad thing she seems to get called it a lot so it must be a good thing right? Still she watches with some interest as he goes to the window and opens the catch. She wasn’t sure who or what she was expecting but the appearance of a mad parrot furiously pecking her friends arm results in one very simple reaction; laughter. If she’d been standing she doesn’t remember as somehow she’s lain clutching her sides howling in a fairly decent imitation of a hyena. Choking on giggles she almost missed Tristan start speaking to the darkness known as the night sky. Swallowing down her amusement at the fearsome prince bested by a parrot she manages to push herself off the bed and stand on the floor the expression of mild curiosity coming upon her features. “What’s a Thoth?” at the lack of answer as Tristan continues speaking and blocking the window she decides to cut pat the annoyingness. Crossing the distance she yanks on the prince’s top type thing pulling him backwards and out of the way before she sticks her head out of the window and looks up. Brows crease into a little frown and she tilts her head as her face pulls into a confused expression then her voice calls out to the stranger, “That’s not how you climb, you know?” Save your pity for tomorrow when I smash it like a ball
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Replies:
- living for the weekend. - By thoth May 29, 2013 at 05:33:51 PM
- we shall keep the shield wall fast - By t r i s t a n June 15, 2013 at 05:32:34 PM
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