#connorgrey

Has your muse done anything stupid and not regret it:

A devious smirk curls at his lips, “Two things come to mind that would fall under such a description. The first is when I was in the Shroud with a friend of mine named Connor, and we were sitting on a large boulder in the river near Gridania. I summoned up a ball of water and let it hover over his head before letting it fall on him at the perfect moment, causing him to sputter and flail himself right into the stream. The sour look he gave me was oh so worth it, even as he dragged me in after him by the ankle. I do not regret it in the slightest, mainly because I could pull the water off of myself at whim and he could not. The second falls into a similar situation during my first time at the Thursday Fight Club. Two young Miqo’te girls had been in the midst of a cat fight, pun intended, and Oz let me dump a large ball of water on their heads to help them cool their heads. Both were wonderful, WONDERFUL ways to entertain myself.” 

... why the bloody ‘ell would ye follow someone talkin’ ‘bout people gettin’ murdered?

Turning around quickly, Cordelia felt as if someone had been watching her. Looking over her around again, she crossed the street. That feeling stayed with her, following her all the way back to her UC-Sunnydale apartment. As she unlocked her door, she stopped and turned around. Under the stairs, someone was lurking.