[ at first, the prayer almost seemed too good to be true? sit and watch a briefcase for some hours, do absolutely nothing but perhaps scan the area and keep and lookout for any kind of weird bugs that might fly by or crawl around? a giant, empty warehouse honestly seemed like the best place for him to keep an eye on the case while wandering around with his face down toward the ground.
but as soon as the mob of knife-wielding humans poured in, it became very clear to Keaton what was going on. ]
Are you looking for spiders too? [ he quietly digs into his pocket and pulls one out, holding it toward the closest man. ] We can share! This one seems pretty common, but man the hairs on it are really neat!
[ and he immediately has to dodge a knife thrust at him, which makes Keaton scowl in return. ]
You could've hurt me with that!
[ which is clearly the intent, but Keaton's not really catching what this mob is giving. ]
Dragons
[ sitting in an internet cafe, Keaton is stuck at the worst part of a MMO. it's not the long hours of grinding, farming materials for crafted gear or consumables, or even the arduous task of learning the epic dragon boss fight!
no. it's character creation.
he has too many options, and none of them are ones he likes? staring at the screen, his tail is twitching in general irritation. his ears are angled down, as he hums in contemplation while batting around the mouse from left to right on its pad next to the keyboard.
also his fingers are on the arrow keys and not WASD. ]
Hey... um. [ looking around, he's hoping to catch someone's eyes and beckon them over with a few shakes of his head. ] Help.
Keaton | Fire Emblem | god
[ at first, the prayer almost seemed too good to be true? sit and watch a briefcase for some hours, do absolutely nothing but perhaps scan the area and keep and lookout for any kind of weird bugs that might fly by or crawl around? a giant, empty warehouse honestly seemed like the best place for him to keep an eye on the case while wandering around with his face down toward the ground.
but as soon as the mob of knife-wielding humans poured in, it became very clear to Keaton what was going on. ]
Are you looking for spiders too? [ he quietly digs into his pocket and pulls one out, holding it toward the closest man. ] We can share! This one seems pretty common, but man the hairs on it are really neat!
[ and he immediately has to dodge a knife thrust at him, which makes Keaton scowl in return. ]
You could've hurt me with that!
[ which is clearly the intent, but Keaton's not really catching what this mob is giving. ]
Dragons
[ sitting in an internet cafe, Keaton is stuck at the worst part of a MMO. it's not the long hours of grinding, farming materials for crafted gear or consumables, or even the arduous task of learning the epic dragon boss fight!
no. it's character creation.
he has too many options, and none of them are ones he likes? staring at the screen, his tail is twitching in general irritation. his ears are angled down, as he hums in contemplation while batting around the mouse from left to right on its pad next to the keyboard.
also his fingers are on the arrow keys and not WASD. ]
Hey... um. [ looking around, he's hoping to catch someone's eyes and beckon them over with a few shakes of his head. ] Help.