*stares back over an oversized coffee mug*
"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to step awaaaaay from the chipper, put your hands down, and trudge through the morning like the rest of us."
My character is much better at mornings than I myself am, mostly because I don't have his problem of usually having to GTFO from wherever he is with an intrepid quickness.
"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to step awaaaaay from the chipper, put your hands down, and trudge through the morning like the rest of us."
My character is much better at mornings than I myself am, mostly because I don't have his problem of usually having to GTFO from wherever he is with an intrepid quickness.
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."