voice;

[amoray]

So.

Any a you ewer had a nemesis before? Like fated fuckin' contentiousness, always gettin' up each others' gills doin' shit just to irritate 'em, duelin' to practically the death, maybe makin' out a little, that kinda thing.

See, I'm in the market for just that particular arrangement, and while I'm personally a master of the bellicose arts and don't need any adwice or nothin', I obwiously got a wested interest in how humans go about poorly imitatin' the quadrant. What with my bein' the main troll-human confidante in these parts and such.

[he pronounces it "con-fee-dawn-tay". also he means intermediary.]

Despite most of you bein' from a society bearin' a sewerely inferior romance system and therefore gettin' your emotions all scrambled up wrong from the get-go 'cos of it, I'd appreciate hearin' some personal tales.

Comments

[amoray]

Futzin' around caliginously with the mudblood don't count.

[OOH THERE'S MY YEARLY MANDATORY HARRY POTTER REFERENCE]

[luckout]

Ugh, you mean Tavros? No, just no. That idiot wouldn't know how to hate someone no matter how much you tried to teach him.

[amoray]

You just ain't got the obsidian skill for it.

[glowsferatu]

I hope that isn't meant to indicate a statement of intent.

[luckout]

Or I know better than to be interested in a wriggler like that. He'd be even more of a bore than you were.

I've moved on to greener pastures. [heh]