a tentacle wobbles out of the dnd room at foots any tabs he may have possibly incurred
((he has no tabs at the moment I believe
“Put me in that room. I need to nap on something like a bed to nap on instead of the counter.”
holds out a hand for the tentacle to high five him first
it does indeed do so.
gives the tentacle two fruit salads for the high five
“Don’t think about it, Wales, don’t think about it.”, she thought.
"right this way Abigail"
(oh my freaking god you cheeky))
Hank walks down the right hallway and opens the 6th door on the left "here is your room"
“Did you know that if you look up the word “degenerate”, you’ll find a picture of Wales?”
"wait they changed my picture?"
it takes the fruit salad back, then returns and wiggles up on wales, before leaving. because. cheeky
he was beyond confused excused himself from bismarck presences and went to get a room as opposed to leaving and sleeping in a cave
"just kidding my picture is the definition for gentleman"
“Hah, the hell you mean?”
"Well I mean I strive to be as gentlemanly as possible"
turns to jean bart
"your accent its french right?"
"your accent its french right?"
"British actually"
"your not the person i was talking to ye wank i was talking to the women"
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