[voice]

[fuckingkillthem]

[Hiruma has been fighting the sloth for days, trying to stay as active as possible. It's a sort of fear of his to not get stuff done, whether it's useful or not like carving wooden figures. *cough* He needs to stay active. It's getting awfully tiresome, though, and it's gnawing on his good mood

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[rentawizard]

For the hell of it, because he's a sadistic madman, whatever. The point is, if you look at it objectively, we were being idle before, but now we're being idle and suspicious. To which I'm saying, there won't be anything we can do about it, might as well make the most of wanting to be idle.

[fuckingkillthem]

I'd never want to be idle, ojisan.

[rentawizard]

Merr merr merr, I normally don't. That's why I like this curse or whatever it is.

Ojisan? That's familiar. Oh, who cares?

[fuckingkillthem]

Eh, eh? Well, you're fucking weird, then. [He kicks a closeby table in annoyance, a little too hard. It falls over with a thud.]

Che, that's because you are one, fucking old man.

[rialta_fianaise]

For the craic?

Where the hell did you get hand grenades?

[fuckingkillthem]

[He makes a gruffy sort of grumpy sound.]

Kekeke you think Imma tell ya? Find your own, curly.

[rialta_fianaise]

[He makes a face]

Why would I want hand grenades? I've seen what that sort of thing can do. All they do is make life worse for everyone and everything.

[i_see_death]

Because he can.

[fuckingkillthem]

[He sighs.] He likes fuckin' showing off, then, eh?

[i_see_death]

[shrug] He likes power.

[fuckingkillthem]

How original.