“Stop zat.” She grabs his cloak, with the might of Thor in her arms, throws Shade back into a booth.
angie noises as he massages his neck
"did you have to grab my cloak and yeet me"
"did you have to grab my cloak and yeet me"
“Well if you’d stop giving yourself BRAIN DAMAGE, I wouldn’t have to.”
"i much prefer brain damage to people shipping me with you"
“Well so do I! But you can’t just go around making yourself....vat is ze word? Blöd? Wie sacht man “Blöd” auf Englisch?”
dead inside look on his face
"yes i get it im an idiot whatever"
"yes i get it im an idiot whatever"
“Ah. Yes. Stupid. Ja. We don’t vant you to be stupid like Eugen?”
“Und I love you too, Lord Bismarck.”
"there's stupid there's azur stupid and then theres drunk stupid drunk stupid is eugen"
Sisti - Spark of Hope wrote:
“Guess I’ll just…wait, what?”
> She sees U-110. She finds that one cute, and can’t help but headpat her.
> She sees U-110. She finds that one cute, and can’t help but headpat her.
U-110 makes a happy noise. "I'm a cute shark. Raaaawr."
Shade Waker wrote:
"there's stupid there's azur stupid and then theirs drunk stupid drunk stupid is eugen"
“Oh please. I’ve seen ze way you and Commander both look at me~”
"lady i have never met you a day in my life ever"
Shade Waker wrote:
"lady i have never met you a day in my life ever"
“Sure you have. You just talked to a pair of cubes.”
not amused dead inside look on his face
"now i really need a smoke"
"now i really need a smoke"
“Here.” She flips a cigarette out and gives it to him. “I kind of got yours all wet so.”
"G I V E"
the man wanted to smoke away the stupidity he just endured and the headache from slamming his head into a wall and table
the man wanted to smoke away the stupidity he just endured and the headache from slamming his head into a wall and table
“Just take it.” She lets him have the cigarette, lighting it for him with the lighter Elizabeth makes her carry around.
"nice lighter where'd you get it?"
he takes a drag from the cigarette his mood becoming less self harm and more back to his usual i don't care about anything state
he takes a drag from the cigarette his mood becoming less self harm and more back to his usual i don't care about anything state
“Truth be told, it’s a royal lighter Her Majesty has us carry.”
"personally id distance yourself from her if you know whats well for you"
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