[ What the hell did she just say to him?!?! ...Wait, hold on a goddamn minute. What the hell did he say to her???? Ragna's mismatched hues widen before his face twists like someone spoonfed him expired cheese. ]
Hell was that...? I didn't—
[ Oh there's the runt. ... Feisty as hell, but he knows better than to underestimate anyone based upon their size. Suddenly her asking him if he's hard, but also calling him bitch, is enough to override his initial bout of bewilderment as Mordred proceeds to tell him she's trying to fuck. To which, Ragna? Laughs. ...Not because he actually finds that funny, but because: ]
Hahaha, wow! Is that your way of schmoozing somebody's pants off?? And by the way? Someone oughta look in the mirror before calling someone else a bitch.
[ She is...making a really weird face. Struggling. Being a real goddamn weirdo right now. And despite the flint threatening to spark, ]
The hell's with your face? You need to go sit down somewhere a good dick to ssssiiiiit onWHAT—
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Hell was that...? I didn't—
[ Oh there's the runt. ... Feisty as hell, but he knows better than to underestimate anyone based upon their size. Suddenly her asking him if he's hard, but also calling him bitch, is enough to override his initial bout of bewilderment as Mordred proceeds to tell him she's trying to fuck. To which, Ragna? Laughs. ...Not because he actually finds that funny, but because: ]
Hahaha, wow! Is that your way of schmoozing somebody's pants off?? And by the way? Someone oughta look in the mirror before calling someone else a bitch.
[ She is...making a really weird face. Struggling. Being a real goddamn weirdo right now. And despite the flint threatening to spark, ]
The hell's with your face? You need to go sit down somewhere a good dick to ssssiiiiit onWHAT—