[The fortune cookies are right--no good deed goes unpunished. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they'd be doing loop de loops in his skull. Jesus Christ.]
What, this party?
[He doesn't prolong the contact, instead sweeping his own arm up and out to encompass the growing frenzy of horny, homicidal lunatics. Oh, yeah, super fun.
Maybe with more effort and precision he could jostle Bambi Eyes over here out of his delusion, but Reggie's already brushed him off once, and he's not interested in turning this into a physical altercation--or a psychic one, at that.]
like real inarticulate men
What, this party?
[He doesn't prolong the contact, instead sweeping his own arm up and out to encompass the growing frenzy of horny, homicidal lunatics. Oh, yeah, super fun.
Maybe with more effort and precision he could jostle Bambi Eyes over here out of his delusion, but Reggie's already brushed him off once, and he's not interested in turning this into a physical altercation--or a psychic one, at that.]
Suit yourself. Don't say I didn't try, mate.