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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 9:38 am
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He squinted at her for a moment as she gave her explanation of the expression, his naturally broody expression becoming even more so. When she finished, however, his eyebrows lifted, and he straightened back to his full height. "I see." He rumbled, with a mischievous expression in his eyes.
"It is not impossible that this might be the case, I suppose." He continued to walk again, still fairly unsteady on his feet but remarkably well spoken despite that.
There walk was punctuated by short stops as Wrath continued to attempt to regain his bearings. He had, after all, only been in this area once before, and he had been hungover at the time (and poisoned), but finally, he came to a half near a tent that Hel would be familiar with.
Sal's.
"This will do, I believe." He grinned, wolfishly.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 1:22 pm
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Now that Wrath was looking at her a bit closer, and considering the fact that this was meant to be part of a not so elaborate joke, he did finally notice the look on her face. Was that surprise? Disgust? A combination of the two? It was enough to make him want to laugh again, enough for him to want to slap his leg and throw an arm around her shoulder and tell her the truth; That Sal hated him, or at least, he was pretty sure that one who poisoned another was showing an extreme amount of distaste towards them.
But for some reason, instead of saying what he wanted to say, the words that came out as she finally turned to walk away were these.
"Do not worry, Hel. He has very little flesh to pleasure." This was punctuated with another broad grin and a wink.
Mentally shrugging off the entire situation and letting out another chuckle, this time to himself as Hel wandered off, Wrath than ducked into the tent, though not for the reason's that Hel might think.
Wrath was pretty sure he had forgotten his fur cloak the one time he had found himself waking up in Sal's bed, and he wanted it back, and drunkingly demanding it at some ungodly hour in the morning seemed like a fantastic idea.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 1:50 pm
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