(06-27-2014, 08:46 PM)Warren Castille Wrote: Warren turned in the direction of the voice, eyes narrowed.
"Me? Plenty, as always, but Gods know I keep my trap shut to keep the peace. What of it, Master Oscare? What's the deal with that, anyway? Don't like formality?"
Elyscia snorted.
"Formality? Wha'ssat? S'at like some ah yer.. fancyfolk shenanigans? Me Ma' tried t'teach me t'be ah prop'ah lassie.. ah Fancy lassie.. Posh wee lassie. But ah'm bloody gonnae swear 'n' hate dresses, 'n'.. Ah don' bloody ken what ah'm talkin' 'bout...
Dae ya always look like tha'?"