Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Paddy the Second]

I wiggle my fingers. "Magic."

 

[Saltarius]

"Just take a damn look."

 

[Paddy the Second]

I sigh and wander over. "It's pretty good for someone without eyes."

 

[Saltarius]

"You bein serious with me now."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Yeah man, it looks around GCSE level but still, pretty impressive considering you ostensibly can't see."

 

[Saltarius]

"You need to speak American Paddy. We don't know fancy terms like that."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Yeah, Paddy, don't use your fancy English terms."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I'm as English as the fucking hills and I intend to keep it that way!"

 

[Saltarius]

"And I'm as American as apple pie. Deal with it."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I intend to."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"And I'm as Scottish as knife crime, doesn't change the fact that only you know what the fuck a GCSE is, Paddy."

"What did that putain call us!?" (French Hill)

 

[Saltarius]

"...Fuck, that wasn't at all a romantic segue...and fuck, I just said that out loud."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Anyway." I resume papier macheing the tree.

 

[Saltarius]

"Good that that went over without anything else arising..."

 

[Paddy the Second]

I begin to talk to myself while I work.

 

[Saltarius]

"Trilby? Redtext? Anything to say about my art?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Put bluntly, it's worse than Caliborn's."

 

[Saltarius]

"Yeah, I was expecting that. Then again, how many blind master artists are there?"

 

[RaNDM G]

For reference.

 

[Saltarius]

"...Fuck, I forgot about him."