Yeah, I'm getting sick of this barrier, and there's only so much city I can pace around, though it's been a while since I've seen buildings this tall, hah.
[ he grins ]
So instead of hot priest I can call you... [ as he sits with crinkly napkins in his lap and scrolls his phone ]
I am not calling you Nicholas. You don't look like a Nicky either... [ hm ] Can I just say Nick and call it a day?
Wolfwood does sound a little more badass... I'll think about it. Nice to meet you either way?
[ as he says this, a tiny white stoat just busts out from behind the counter with a crumbly mcdonald's mcgriddle in its mouth with like. all the egg and ham falling out. it's a mess. ]
Wolfwood is not immediately jazzed about pets. He doesn't hate them! He's just strictly neutral about them. His eyes snap to the little friend, brows rising immediately -- but he can't help but snort when Topper is dropping bits and pieces of breakfast sandwich everywhere. ]
[ slowly getting up because like. dammit topper. he's coming over there to just try and pry the sandwich out of his mouth, but instead topper, realizing he is in trouble, drops it on the counter like o - o i got it for you. ]
He's a stoat... [ don't quote him. meanwhile topper is cleaning the cheese off his mouth and running away with the ham while eiden carefully picks up this messy mcgideon. ] He's from the woods, so he's a little out of his depth here.
Yeah. It's a desert planet. The amount of people who told me they have water oceans like on the Old World, and get surprised that mine aren't like that. It's sand, all sand.
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[ he grins ]
So instead of hot priest I can call you... [ as he sits with crinkly napkins in his lap and scrolls his phone ]
I am not calling you Nicholas. You don't look like a Nicky either... [ hm ] Can I just say Nick and call it a day?
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[ He thinks about it. ]
Guess I did just see you embarrass yourself, so if you want to. Might do a double-take though, personally.
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[ he smiles ]
You have a preference, then?
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[ And he is the worst example for it because he practically never uses anyone's name, ever. ]
Most just call me Wolfwood, but Nick's fine. It is my name.
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[ as he says this, a tiny white stoat just busts out from behind the counter with a crumbly mcdonald's mcgriddle in its mouth with like. all the egg and ham falling out. it's a mess. ]
... Topper. Come on, bud... that's so messy...
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Wolfwood is not immediately jazzed about pets. He doesn't hate them! He's just strictly neutral about them. His eyes snap to the little friend, brows rising immediately -- but he can't help but snort when Topper is dropping bits and pieces of breakfast sandwich everywhere. ]
Your pet?
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[ slowly getting up because like. dammit topper. he's coming over there to just try and pry the sandwich out of his mouth, but instead topper, realizing he is in trouble, drops it on the counter like o - o i got it for you. ]
Poor guy.
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[ His desert planet and its weird animals... I always freeball what Wolfwood knows and doesn't based on the rule of funny. ]
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He's a stoat... [ don't quote him. meanwhile topper is cleaning the cheese off his mouth and running away with the ham while eiden carefully picks up this messy mcgideon. ] He's from the woods, so he's a little out of his depth here.
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[ He watches the stoat go... ]
You don't keep it on a leash or anything?
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[ said as topper eats a hole in the ham, sticks his head through it, and begins to eat around the middle to get to the edges... innovation. ]
No Man's Land... sounds barren.
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His expression betrays nothing. ]
Yeah. It's a desert planet. The amount of people who told me they have water oceans like on the Old World, and get surprised that mine aren't like that. It's sand, all sand.
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Man... deserts are seriously rough. Solaria's a rough trek even by carriage and that's just a territory. A whole planet is just desert?
Was it always that way...?
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No Man's Land isn't exactly a forgiving place, but we make do.
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Nah, I don't go around tossin' around hymns like confetti and preach like a loud bird.
But I do offer services to those who ask. Blessings. Accompaniments. Funeral rites.
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Yeah, you sound pretty no frills. I know a guy who's a little similar.
I guess maybe we'll all need some blessings in the future for this weird game.
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[ In this Godless land... maybe they need just a little sanctuary. ]