( He's been hunting the stupid thing for hours, it keeps doing the ol' duck and weave through the crowd, crop-dusting people in color like this is a paint party and it's all hopped up on grandma's Molly. Frustrating as it is, he's gotta admit, it ain't all bad.
Take, for example, him breaking through the crowd right on time to see a puff of smoke in Geralt's face, and an eruption of shiny, sparkly craft supply herpes coating him square in the everything.
He doesn't break his stride really, but he does take the time to point at him on the way through and enunciate a single ha. )
Sucks to suck.
( And he keeps on a-strolling.
Twenty, maybe thirty seconds later another puff can be heard, followed by an indignant: )
Son of a bitch!
( Shortly thereafter he stomps back the way he came, likewise glitter-covered, still without stopping, only this time he bites out- )
Shut your freakin' mouth.
( -as he passes. Just in case Gerald had something smart to say back. )
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Take, for example, him breaking through the crowd right on time to see a puff of smoke in Geralt's face, and an eruption of shiny, sparkly craft supply herpes coating him square in the everything.
He doesn't break his stride really, but he does take the time to point at him on the way through and enunciate a single ha. )
Sucks to suck.
( And he keeps on a-strolling.
Twenty, maybe thirty seconds later another puff can be heard, followed by an indignant: )
Son of a bitch!
( Shortly thereafter he stomps back the way he came, likewise glitter-covered, still without stopping, only this time he bites out- )
Shut your freakin' mouth.
( -as he passes. Just in case Gerald had something smart to say back. )