Fightin' Dirty

*Pestilence* · 01-24-2020, 11:36 PM

When her retort drew a laugh from the blunt man, Pestilence couldn't help but grin with pride. Surely that meant she'd done a good job, right? Her tail beat against he ground happily, his reaction encouraging her on her quest to shit-talk. She wondered how he'd respond to her extremely embellished life story, excitement drumming up within her before his voice crossed the distance and soured her. It was the saddest shit he'd ever heard, though! Pestilence literally could not think up a more terrible childhood and glowered at his stupid sarcastic face in response. It took effort for her to not simply stick out her tongue at the man, though she decided that such an action would likely ruin the image of maturity that she was going for.

Instead, her jaw slacked once more and she looked at him with bewilderment. "Where do you come up with this shit?" She asked, her tone equal in disbelief and honest curiosity. "Seriously, do you just talk to yourself in the bath, come up with nuggets of wisdom and then hoard them until you find someone to unleash them on?" Pesto was hard pressed to believe that he was simply born this witty and quick-tongued. When Iolaire told her that as a leader you needed to have intelligent people on your side, the princess thought it was a ridiculous and stupid idea. Though meeting the blue man definitely made her question herself - there'd sure as shit be benefit to having a smooth-talker like this guy on your side.

He suggested she simply leave - 'fuck off?' - and do her own thing when she was grown, and Pestilence rolled her eyes skyward at the advice. "I know you can't understand princess, but even though I may be surrounded by idiots of religion, they're powerful idiots of religion. I 'fuck off' into the sunset and now all of a sudden I join a boring pack and do boring grunt work for the rest of my life. While it sounds fun to have plenty of free-time for baths and thinking of witty retorts to strangers, I'm aiming a little higher in life." She eyed him carefully, having done her best to throw equal amounts of salt and sass into her words to earn another rewarding response from the man. "I'm willing to throw whatever out if it lets me win, that's how you become the best. Though good luck walzing into a warrior's training session and asking for lessons in fighting dirty. My mom oversees those lessons, y'know." She conveniently left out that she had specifically asked for lessons in that subject during Uncle Harbringr's last meeting.

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Fightin' Dirty

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