[lbmr] funky...

#ooc : look. i'm trying my best, i haven't done twtrp before.

If there is one thing I hate doing, it's paperwork. What is the point of its existence? Does the Yard think of me as a lowly, weak-minded peasant? Hah. I'll hire somebody else for the job.

#ooc : here's some catboy screens i did of him weeks ago

Need more coffee, or I'll cease to be.

» hands pressed to the bullet wound on his torso, blaine grits his teeth. nary a wound. " white gloves stained crimson, he snarls at the pain. " don't concern yourself with me. it's nothing, but trouble out there. "

#ooc : am i doing this right? ;w;

» a moment is spent on whether or not to allow mao to tend his wound. he softens looking down at mao, lifting his hands to reveal the hole. " tch, fine. do be gentle, it could still be lodged inside. "

There are times where I have enough silence to process my thoughts, and there are times where I don't need to. One of them are, "I am better than Layton."

Here's a fun fact - a coin toss is not actually 50/50. You know what else isn't 50/50? The chances of my name showing up in the London Times by the end of this week.

#ooc ; you know what i need in my life? a florence. give me my girl florence sich.