You never know how sick you are until you try to recover.
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"Because I have no interest in the people I’m flirting with? Plus, it’s not like they take my flirtations seriously. If anything, they get a laugh and a small pick me up, because someone complimented them, on their looks or their personality." He shrugs, and rubs his chin. "Everyone needs to feel good about themselves."
"Regular. Unless this is a euphemism, and then I’ll need to take a page from Ellister’s book and ask what it means."
Ask me any question and my character will have to give the absolute truth.
Dory and Pro have a tendency to do couple’s costumes around Hallow’s End. Pro was the Big Bad Wolf.
The baggiest clothes possible. Nothing like trying to make yourself feel better than to swim in comfy clothing.
Thankfully, he doesn’t get sick that often.
Bullets sent an explosions of splinters flying from the, the thunderous crack of firearms a constant beat to their escape. Dorien ducked his head as the closest burst rained down on him, then resumed.
"Why did I join you again?" He asked, mostly in a rhetorical fashion. A voice at his side rumbled in answer though, and he looked to regard the Draenei running alongside the talbuk.
"As I recall, you told me I was looking skinny again. Clearly not eating. Working to hard, and demanded to come along to make sure things were ‘fine’."
Dorien nodded. “Ah yes, well, the pursuit seems to indicate you’re doing your job at least.”
He glanced over his shoulder and the roaring mechano hogs and the screaming goblins riding them.
"I just have to ask though, was doing this in broad daylight necessary?"
"Would have been too suspicious at night. Anyways, it got us in quite simply, didn’t it?"
Dorien twitched reflexively as a bullet whined past his head, but kept up the conversation.
"The getting out appears to have been botched slightly."
"Nonsense. They have us exactly where I want them."
An eyebrow rose at that. “The arson?”
"Neat little distraction, don’t you think? Focuses their attention on us, not the captives."
Dorien’s mouth thins at that. The poor people kept in crushing debt peonage in Booty Bay had been one of the more despicable things he had seen. Some more than others.
"Where will they go?"
"My comrades will see them somewhere safe. And see that Revilgaz gets the message that we will not tolerate this in the future."
"And what about the gentlemen behind us."
Ark looked over his shoulder and scowled.
"If they don’t turn around and and head home soon, I will stop and discuss it with them."
"May I join you?"
"Certainly! Which side do you want?"
"By the way, you are looking skinny. Did you eat today?"
A long suffering sigh was his only answer as the pair raced on through the jungle, swarm of bruisers hot on their heels.
Send a number to my ask box along with a character of your choice, and I’ll draw up the ensuing ensemble! (If the character chosen wouldn’t wear the option given… go ahead and sub in something else!)
DRAW YOUR CHARACTER WEARING…
- Casual clothes
- Work uniform
- Night clothes
- Formal gala garb
- Lounging, lazy-time stuff
- A party outfit
- Date night threads
- Something outdoorsy
- Interview outfit
- Tourist/travel wear
- A costume!
- Their sick day scrubs
- Summer clothes
- Winter clothes
- Um, spring clothes?
- Why not - fall clothes!
- Workout wear
- Last minute throw-ons
- The most expensive thing they own
- A fig leaf
Feel free to add, subtract, or alter as you please to fit your character bunch!