[The urge to educate outweighs the urge for indignation for the moment.]
It is a victory gesture. One would repeatedly crouch on the enemy's corpse. The teabag is the person's scrotum, physically or symbolically. Who taught you this.
[ but the boomer is no usual creature. the boomer killed his own teammate, in a situation that did not warrant the act. and now the boomer has threatened infanticide. a serious, deadly threat.
humans would describe the act as "heartless". devoid of empathy. devoid of remorse.
this act, Gowther can understand.
if he must retaliate seriously -- then so be it. ]
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My question first.
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It is a victory gesture. One would repeatedly crouch on the enemy's corpse. The teabag is the person's scrotum, physically or symbolically. Who taught you this.
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Consider yourself teabagged.
[ uwu nuzzles you ]
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You should not be learning such obscene drivel!
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Oh...? What's this?
[ reaches across to tap Dan Feng's cheek with his other ear ]
Is the capricious boomer's protective side showing~?
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I am capable of infanticide just so you know.
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That is very sweet, Mister Boomer.
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Just tell me so I can kill them.
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...
Am I not soft enough?
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What are these things coming out of your mouth. Cease.
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[ bites him ]
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1/3
again, he blinks up at the boomer. his eyes shimmer.
thus far, Envy's powers have proved immeasurably useful, whether the objective is deception, escape, or simply to convey a message.
basic cosmetics and glitter text suffice, usually. ]
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the boomer killed his own teammate, in a situation that did not warrant the act.
and now the boomer has threatened infanticide.
a serious, deadly threat.
humans would describe the act as "heartless".
devoid of empathy. devoid of remorse.
this act, Gowther can understand.
if he must retaliate seriously -- then so be it. ]
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ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜ.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs,
ᴀs ɪ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,
ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sʟᴇᴇᴘ?
ᴅᴀɴ ғᴇɴɢ.
ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ?
ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ?
1/2
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He pushes Gowther away - only to lift a hand, to try and backhand him across the face.]
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the text disappears. Gowther lays in a heap on the floor.
is he gonna try again? ]
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Do not test me.
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Ah! Judging by the series of expressions decorating your face... I have touched on a spot of unresolved trauma, perhaps...?