Of what?

That's rubbish.

I wish he was as short as a cat.

And that's why he is perfect.

[Even with that pointed aim, Glenn remains firm in his expression, unrelenting. Locked in a silent battle of stares, he finally closed his eyes and let out a scoff.] You may require better armor then. [He grunts, hoisting himself back to his feet with Thorne's help]

......... Wait, you like him?

/ a side of thorne's desk: paperwork another side of thorne's desk: complaint letters about glenn from the other knights and professors

Perhaps not, but a few broken bones might - once your steel rusts into a mediocre condition. [What a great fool, Glenn thinks - yet having concern for those beneath one's feet rarely comes to mind of the powerful. King Lambert and Prince Dimitri excluded.]

Of course you do.

... of course you do.

( makes a new knight of seiros oc )

>_>

yes.

[His lips in pursed in thought, as he briefly contemplates on that say] Not always. [Then he lightly folds his arms across his chest] Let's go to the marketplace, captain.

*protects dimitri and dies*

bold of you to assume that i'll serve any kings other than dimitri

// urk twitter took my dimitri hostage for a phone no.

.-.