"--it's okay, Maurice. I can get a new dick somewhere else. That sounded awful but I'm rolling with it."
Her tone of forced calm is largely to make up for the fact that she let out a small shriek when Maurice pitched forward like that. If she hadn't been busy internalizing all her freaking out, she probably would have hollered HAHA U WANNA EAT MY DICK?? GROSS DUDE or something else along those lines.
Whoever these two idiots Envy stumbled into are, he's clearly in the best of company.
~LATER~
Footsteps and a rustling of paper bags announce Heather's return to the vacant lot that they'd temporarily stopped in while they figured out what the heck to do with their find. The miserable horse's reins are tied to the pole of what was probably a street sign at some point, and the smaller of the two kelpie wranglers had gone off to find food while the Muscle of the Group (tm) fought through shitty cell phone reception to get in touch with somebody.
"Did you get hold of your mom yet?" Heather asks as she steps into the lot with her arms full of multiple fast food bags, all of them radiating mouth-watering aromas of grease and salt.
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Her tone of forced calm is largely to make up for the fact that she let out a small shriek when Maurice pitched forward like that. If she hadn't been busy internalizing all her freaking out, she probably would have hollered HAHA U WANNA EAT MY DICK?? GROSS DUDE or something else along those lines.
Whoever these two idiots Envy stumbled into are, he's clearly in the best of company.
Footsteps and a rustling of paper bags announce Heather's return to the vacant lot that they'd temporarily stopped in while they figured out what the heck to do with their find. The miserable horse's reins are tied to the pole of what was probably a street sign at some point, and the smaller of the two kelpie wranglers had gone off to find food while the Muscle of the Group (tm) fought through shitty cell phone reception to get in touch with somebody.
"Did you get hold of your mom yet?" Heather asks as she steps into the lot with her arms full of multiple fast food bags, all of them radiating mouth-watering aromas of grease and salt.