( Since he's been here, he's met a giant talking shark, a lizard girl, a Drow — whatever the fuck that is, and a witch. He'd really started to believe it couldn't get much more absurd than all that, but of course the Gods would see fit to prove him wrong.
There's a long, fatigued silence as Sandor studies the little furry creature staring up at him. At length, he responds with something that sounds like utter fucking fatigue, which has absolutely nothing to do with the steady stream of blood dripping from his hair onto his tunic. )
You've gotta be bleeding kidding me. A talking fucking raccoon. I hate this fucking place.
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There's a long, fatigued silence as Sandor studies the little furry creature staring up at him. At length, he responds with something that sounds like utter fucking fatigue, which has absolutely nothing to do with the steady stream of blood dripping from his hair onto his tunic. )
You've gotta be bleeding kidding me. A talking fucking raccoon. I hate this fucking place.