[Wow. As if on cue, the Slime punctuates her judgment by sliding backward with a wet, vaguely flatulent sound. Which is rude as hell, really. He mirrors her expression, momentarily distorting the line of the scar over his nose as he winces in wounded mock-offense. Luckily for Futaba's wild conspiracy theories, he's not very proud. (To a fault, maybe, but neither here nor there, at the moment.)]
Tough crowd.
[Which in no way defends him from that judgment. So... Yeah, probably. Most of them.]
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Tough crowd.
[Which in no way defends him from that judgment. So... Yeah, probably. Most of them.]