Lawrence sets his jaw and watches Adia with a creased brow. Look at her. Look at her reaction. He shouldn't have said anything regardless of his frustration. He shouldn't have told her his family's business.
"Anna said some things," Tamminy starts, uncertain of how or what to say. She stops when she hears Lawrence sigh, and the two share a brief look.
"It's a long story," Lawrence mutters. "And it starts with Harrowheart's fucking trophy corpse. That horrible, wretched thing he was dragging around for a year just to brag about killing her. Robo-man, I can't believe you didn't shoot that thing when he took you to the Plaguelands. I was half hoping it wouldn't come back. Things might have been better if it hadn't."
Tamminy looks away to hide the way her pursed lips reveal her agreement. It might have been better. If only she had told him to do it... Would he have? How would Harrowheart have reacted?
Lil' Buddy looks to his bipeds expecting the same level of excitement he and Princess are sharing, but he finds them looking sullen as can be. On a beautiful day like this? What gives? Grunting with each step he shuffles over to Lawrence and drapes himself over his favorite human's boots. Don't be so serious. Maybe pet a piggie for a while?
Lawrence sighs through his nose at the sight of it. Buddy, you innocent little bastard... He can't not reach down and give the dirty pig a gentle stroke on the head. Body. It's kind of a perfect circle of a creature, there's really no distinguishing parts here. He quickly stands, then, and crosses his ar–– FUCK! His good arm falls when he expects it to rest on something. Okay, fuck this, he's going back to petting the pig. It gets his mind off of reality. And he's only got one hand, but he offers his palm to Princess, too. Might as well say hello.
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"Anna said some things," Tamminy starts, uncertain of how or what to say. She stops when she hears Lawrence sigh, and the two share a brief look.
"It's a long story," Lawrence mutters. "And it starts with Harrowheart's fucking trophy corpse. That horrible, wretched thing he was dragging around for a year just to brag about killing her. Robo-man, I can't believe you didn't shoot that thing when he took you to the Plaguelands. I was half hoping it wouldn't come back. Things might have been better if it hadn't."
Tamminy looks away to hide the way her pursed lips reveal her agreement. It might have been better. If only she had told him to do it... Would he have? How would Harrowheart have reacted?
Lil' Buddy looks to his bipeds expecting the same level of excitement he and Princess are sharing, but he finds them looking sullen as can be. On a beautiful day like this? What gives? Grunting with each step he shuffles over to Lawrence and drapes himself over his favorite human's boots. Don't be so serious. Maybe pet a piggie for a while?
Lawrence sighs through his nose at the sight of it. Buddy, you innocent little bastard... He can't not reach down and give the dirty pig a gentle stroke on the head. Body. It's kind of a perfect circle of a creature, there's really no distinguishing parts here. He quickly stands, then, and crosses his ar–– FUCK! His good arm falls when he expects it to rest on something. Okay, fuck this, he's going back to petting the pig. It gets his mind off of reality. And he's only got one hand, but he offers his palm to Princess, too. Might as well say hello.