Forty Third Sip

[mal_addict]

[So, in an effort to make her feel...less angry about the events of the last few days, Maladict has gone into town, deciding to throw herself more into her best person duty. After all, if Brock was stupid happy stupid enough to want to get married, he should at least have a decent sendoff. And the art was in the preparation for this sort of thing, she was sure. She flicks through her journal as she walks]

You know, I never thought it would be this easy to find Seamstresses in this world. Guess I was wrong. Seems it's forever the most common profession if people want it to be or not. Nice to know some things are the same here as they are back home.

[Brock]
Candy Muff or Diamond Slick.

Pick one.

[Nikola]
[Ugh, this is not easy to say, especially after her 'you have to make right what you did' rant. Humble pie does not taste good at all]

So, I won't be guarding you any more. I'll probably visit or...something. But no more guarding.

Comments

[unnaturalpause]

Am I correct in thinking he was ecstatic with that gift?

[mal_addict]

I don't know, it wasn't a normal pigeon, I think I got it wrong.

[unnaturalpause]

What kind of pigeon was it if it wasn't normal? [Mal how do you screw that up?]

[mal_addict]

[Easily, okay?] It's feathers were all over the place.

[unnaturalpause]

[....] And was that all that was the problem with it?

[mal_addict]

It just looked weird.

[unnaturalpause]

Besides it's feathers looking odd, in what way did it look weird?

[mal_addict]

That's about it. Like it couldn't even fly.

[unnaturalpause]

And you are positive it was a pigeon?

[mal_addict]

Pretty certain, yes.

[unnaturalpause]

Pretty certain? Where did you get it to make you only pretty certain?

[mal_addict]

Some dodgy market vendor...