[ What the fuck is all this? He runs his hands along the counters; he takes in the sight of the inside of the house. Its modern appearance really baffles him. His own attire isn't meant for a cookout, unfortunately; his long jacket hangs open and leather pants fitting comfortably familiar. Is he wearing a shirt underneath it? Nah. Why should he?
But still, he calls out to the host with a concerned voice: ]
Looking a little lost there, chief.
[ Nero lacks the social graces not to immediately question why the man appears to be so distraught. He wonders if the host is finally understanding how pointless it is for all of them to have a nice get-together. It didn't matter if they were all in the same situation; it didn't matter if they all suffered the same; none of that mattered because people would come up with their own reasons to kill each other.
A person doesn't have to be crazy to want to kill, they just have to think that they're right. The elf turns his head to bark out a single laugh. As soon as a person can justify their reasons, it's fucking over!
But he digresses! ]
What's the matter? The sandcastle not coming out as well as you'd like it to?
the house;
But still, he calls out to the host with a concerned voice: ]
Looking a little lost there, chief.
[ Nero lacks the social graces not to immediately question why the man appears to be so distraught. He wonders if the host is finally understanding how pointless it is for all of them to have a nice get-together. It didn't matter if they were all in the same situation; it didn't matter if they all suffered the same; none of that mattered because people would come up with their own reasons to kill each other.
A person doesn't have to be crazy to want to kill, they just have to think that they're right. The elf turns his head to bark out a single laugh. As soon as a person can justify their reasons, it's fucking over!
But he digresses! ]
What's the matter? The sandcastle not coming out as well as you'd like it to?