01-25-2012, 05:40 PM
me typing a scottish accent = fail
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The reaction he received pleased him immensely, his words were no idle threat either, indeed nobody would ever find his body because there would not be a piece of Gunnar left big enough to count as a body, it would be in shreds and pieces, scattered to the winds. Emerald and violet narrowed and a huff of breath was pushed through his nose. Enzo's head rose and fell in a sharp jerk, indicating with movement that he understood the dog male's words, Gunnar could count on the lesson he would receive should he forget how important Fia was, not only to Gunnar himself but to a lot of powerful people, physically and politically.
"Ah will, you cahn count on eet." Maybe in time himself and Gunnar could come to a positive acquaintance, perhaps even a friendship. But for now he was a thorn, albeit a less irritating one now, he was still a thorn and it was only the idea of Fia's unhappiness that kept his temper and tongue in check. The conversation had the feel of a swiftly drawing end and Lorenzo felt that it would be best now if they separated and carried on with their days.
"Eff that es all yah want, then yah should go nah." Even as he spoke the tall male made to turn back towards his room, face already grimacing at the thought of the large hole in his wall that would need repairing or at least patching up. The door snapped shut behind him with a sharp click and the lock turned in its place, a blatant announcement that he didn't wish to be disturbed any longer. The dusty male ran his hand across the hole in the wall and threw himself against his bed with a quiet grunt, moving it away from the hole, the framework grated across the floor with a gravelly sound as it moved.
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The reaction he received pleased him immensely, his words were no idle threat either, indeed nobody would ever find his body because there would not be a piece of Gunnar left big enough to count as a body, it would be in shreds and pieces, scattered to the winds. Emerald and violet narrowed and a huff of breath was pushed through his nose. Enzo's head rose and fell in a sharp jerk, indicating with movement that he understood the dog male's words, Gunnar could count on the lesson he would receive should he forget how important Fia was, not only to Gunnar himself but to a lot of powerful people, physically and politically.
"Ah will, you cahn count on eet." Maybe in time himself and Gunnar could come to a positive acquaintance, perhaps even a friendship. But for now he was a thorn, albeit a less irritating one now, he was still a thorn and it was only the idea of Fia's unhappiness that kept his temper and tongue in check. The conversation had the feel of a swiftly drawing end and Lorenzo felt that it would be best now if they separated and carried on with their days.
"Eff that es all yah want, then yah should go nah." Even as he spoke the tall male made to turn back towards his room, face already grimacing at the thought of the large hole in his wall that would need repairing or at least patching up. The door snapped shut behind him with a sharp click and the lock turned in its place, a blatant announcement that he didn't wish to be disturbed any longer. The dusty male ran his hand across the hole in the wall and threw himself against his bed with a quiet grunt, moving it away from the hole, the framework grated across the floor with a gravelly sound as it moved.