Heretical Raven

[A wild Ery has appeared to let her muse cause trouble.]

[Oh, what’s this?]

[A personal blog has reblogged an rp?!]

“Does this answer your question?”

Being laughed at by a man like this was mildly irritating, reminding Ross  of another, similar man he had known for years.  But if they were anything alike, making his annoyance obvious would only egg him on.  

“Thank you, thank you~  I’ll be here all week.” His spoke with a more or less deadpan tone.  

“Arere~?  I didn’t say that was about you.  You’re not jumping to conclusions because that’s what you think of yourself, are you?”

“Oh, hardly. I think of myself as quite human, both in physicality and mentality.” Oh, he was used to mind games, and he was not about to be psychoanalyzed by some kid that didn’t even know him. He knew much better to fall into that kind of trap.

“It was nothing more than a simple assumption, based off your line of dialogue. It was easy to misconstrue your words. I apologize if that isn’t what you meant.” And yet, he still sounded amused, more so than apologetic at least. A small hum parted his lips, as he dug out a cigarette and quickly lit it.

“I feel dirty just agreeing with you.”

“Guess I can’t expect the abandoned children from the slums to understand. Oh, wait... Can I even call them children? They’re lesser than animals, right? Just little experiments, taken in by a dead idiot, who decided to mess with their genes.

Probably were only picked up because they were suitable candidates for such experimentation.

That must be so enjoyable, knowing the only person that actually wanted to look after you, was simply so he could modify you into something more than human.

“Oh so now you’re willing to do what someone else told you to do”

“Why does it always end up coming down to sex with you?”

“I was just wondering… But… What.the.fuck?”