08-07-2018, 06:03 PM
After hearing Abathur’s colourless words of clemency, a relieved smile sprouted on the mutt’s face. Good. Despite the fact that the spider was acting like a mindless drone, the trio could move past that little eruption of his and focus on the real task at hand; moving shit. At least, it was a trio until Malkyn showed up. For a split second, he was gladdened that there was an extra person to assist with the task, except she explained that she ”couldn’t care less”. The fucking fathead. That hellhound could’ve passed by and nothing would have changed. People who acted like that, who spoke when they didn’t need to, we’re worth very little to the wolfhound. They were dumbbells, halfwits, nuisances to society. "That’’s great.", he’d huff impatiently in the direction of Malkyn. Thanks for your help.
As for the people who actually were doing something with their time; ”Ova’ here, if ya will” he instructed, motioning towards the mess. ”This stuff may look like junk, and i’ is, but s’ my junk,”. Following that statement, the impatient hound paced towards his gaudy house, broaching the brown bug-worn door. Then, he resumed to his previous spot and continued speaking. ”What I’d like you guys t’ do, is push (the word complete with a pushing movement by the speaker) my stuff into the great room in there.” It wasn’t too much work for those guys; in fact, they didn’t need to do it at all. What they were doing was just saving Leroy some time, which, unlike many things, he actually appreciated. This wasn’t a job he had forced upon people, it was his clanmates doing what clanmates are supposed to do.
Although most of the interaction going on here between everyone was bitter, the whole situation somewhat emboldened him. He was used to always getting what he wanted; now getting what he wanted was a treat. And at the present, Leroy was enjoying his treat.
//guys u just made jerkroy a softie why
As for the people who actually were doing something with their time; ”Ova’ here, if ya will” he instructed, motioning towards the mess. ”This stuff may look like junk, and i’ is, but s’ my junk,”. Following that statement, the impatient hound paced towards his gaudy house, broaching the brown bug-worn door. Then, he resumed to his previous spot and continued speaking. ”What I’d like you guys t’ do, is push (the word complete with a pushing movement by the speaker) my stuff into the great room in there.” It wasn’t too much work for those guys; in fact, they didn’t need to do it at all. What they were doing was just saving Leroy some time, which, unlike many things, he actually appreciated. This wasn’t a job he had forced upon people, it was his clanmates doing what clanmates are supposed to do.
Although most of the interaction going on here between everyone was bitter, the whole situation somewhat emboldened him. He was used to always getting what he wanted; now getting what he wanted was a treat. And at the present, Leroy was enjoying his treat.
//guys u just made jerkroy a softie why