Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170403031911

Cyndwella stares unblinking. She then begins gesticulating wildly.

"Oh. My.  God.  You are dead to me.  I hate you now and forever and you're a pudding-brained moron.  Your sentence is to be sat on by Pinky for the rest of eternity," she says, pointing to Baku.

Done with her sarcasm, she looks at Hound. "Seriously? You're worried about THAT?  Did you not hear the part where I said, like, two minutes ago that I didn't expect you to drop whatever you were doing?" She floats back and folds her arms. "Really, now. This isn't like you.  You don't normally apologize.  You usually headbutt bricks or something until the testosterone pushes your guilt out through your pores."