[and that's why he's successfully earned Rocket's ire in real time instead of just by proxy. good job.]
Thanks for that. [Whether he's taking that as an insult or if she's an impotent ball of rage is left for debate. He hops off the chair he's been sitting on, adjusts the wristbands and clips the ear cuff to his ear, embracing the warmth as he just walks off into the snow.
...Forgetting that the earcuffs broadcast thoughts, so as he walks away trying to look like like he isn't flouncing, all Ardyn can hear is:] FRICKIN' SMARMY ASSHOLE. JERKASS. SONUVABITCH. PRICK.
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Thanks for that. [Whether he's taking that as an insult or if she's an impotent ball of rage is left for debate. He hops off the chair he's been sitting on, adjusts the wristbands and clips the ear cuff to his ear, embracing the warmth as he just walks off into the snow.
...Forgetting that the earcuffs broadcast thoughts, so as he walks away trying to look like like he isn't flouncing, all Ardyn can hear is:] FRICKIN' SMARMY ASSHOLE. JERKASS. SONUVABITCH. PRICK.