#lazarius

Brox Sulfin: “Wheres mah fuckin’ drink?”

The Ritualist contently found purchase against the sleek glass casing, elbow perched at its surface while her free hand hovered over the terrific assortment so dutifully set out before her. An idle crack of a nut being rendered by an incisor filled the Ren’dorei’s quaint shoppe yet before long that tranquility was clipped by a rather unceremonious and bold gesture.Wordlessly Ottavia turned her head aside with the steely pinprick of her gaze gliding to meet Lazarius in full. That paint peeling stare which she offered him was compounded by the work of her jaw once more ensuring the loud snap of the nut was heard as she snapped it in two by the grace of her sharp teeth. In her minds eye she wished the crack was the sound of his skull against the glass case.She smiled sweetly, a smile he had grown to know wasn’t as endearing as it implied. “I won’t touch the red one but I’ll certainly purchase it.” He was smart enough in knowing not to do so. “—Smack me again Lazarius and so help me I will cut that arm clean off from your shoulder and use it to smack you upside the head with it.” That smile persisted.Before long she pushed her emptied chalice his way and requested in a wonderfully saccharine croon. “More wine, please.”

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You literally are so lazy man I’ll call you the after the one outta my book Lazarius so you’re nickname can be lazy cuz I’m a creative bitch, bitch