[He sits back a little, smiling as if it's a lovely, warm memory filled with joy and laughter. (In truth, it's just nice to share any memory from home with someone. Nostalgia in any form he can get.)]
You know, [Addressing the room - or whoever holds the leash on this stupid torture box.] -this loses its sting when the two players know each other so well.
[There's a little pause in which the mun rolled a d20 to see if he's unlucky enough for the thing to pop up on his sin list before the box before the demons who put them in this stupid thing come into the room and grudgingly set them free. They grumble and complain a little, sneering that they'll just have to find some other way to break in the new meat.
Garrett's heard that tone before. Seen that look. It's distressingly common here- the look that usually comes right before pouncing on one of the sinners and dragging them into some heinous torture device. He takes advantage of his new freedom to get to his feet- all 6'6 of him - and look down at the demons, suddenly far less relaxed about this now that he's actually seeing a demon leer at one of his friends.]
Thanks so much, gentlemen. Don't worry, I'll give him the grand tour.
[His lighthearted tone is sharp around the edges, and when he smiles there are fangs visible that weren't there before. (Think vampire.) Oooh, someone's cranky, the unoffending demon snorts.
Garrett knows this is stupid. No matter what, something bad will happen to Fenris. There's no preventing it. One way or another, Hell will sinks its claws into him, and lifting his leg to mark his territory like a goddamn dog only serves to make Garrett look like an idiot. But all the same, this is the first familiar face he's seen in years, and this first moment of ugly reality feels like it's snapped something in his head.]
also, he's wearing this https://rb.gy/yxhzfw
[He sits back a little, smiling as if it's a lovely, warm memory filled with joy and laughter. (In truth, it's just nice to share any memory from home with someone. Nostalgia in any form he can get.)]
You know, [Addressing the room - or whoever holds the leash on this stupid torture box.] -this loses its sting when the two players know each other so well.
[There's a little pause
in which the mun rolled a d20 to see if he's unlucky enough for the thing to pop up on his sin listbefore the box before the demons who put them in this stupid thing come into the room and grudgingly set them free. They grumble and complain a little, sneering that they'll just have to find some other way to break in the new meat.Garrett's heard that tone before. Seen that look. It's distressingly common here- the look that usually comes right before pouncing on one of the sinners and dragging them into some heinous torture device. He takes advantage of his new freedom to get to his feet- all 6'6 of him - and look down at the demons, suddenly far less relaxed about this now that he's actually seeing a demon leer at one of his friends.]
Thanks so much, gentlemen. Don't worry, I'll give him the grand tour.
[His lighthearted tone is sharp around the edges, and when he smiles there are fangs visible that weren't there before. (Think vampire.) Oooh, someone's cranky, the unoffending demon snorts.
Garrett knows this is stupid. No matter what, something bad will happen to Fenris. There's no preventing it. One way or another, Hell will sinks its claws into him, and lifting his leg to mark his territory like a goddamn dog only serves to make Garrett look like an idiot. But all the same, this is the first familiar face he's seen in years, and this first moment of ugly reality feels like it's snapped something in his head.]