Breakfast {OPEN RP!}

[jasonr]

ooc: personally, I don't know why everyone gets so riled by the yo mama jokes, they mean nothing to me, but then again, neither does any other sort of insult *shrug*

 

IC: "I hear your mum is the one who's used to taking whats thrown at her..." Thurin's face turned white with rage, but then he thought of a better way to 'express' himself. "Yes, she gets pleanty of pointers from your mother. Although, I must admit that your mother is much better than mine. Tavern wenches cannot compare to you mother."

 

Thurin sighed as if disapointed. "After one night with you mother, everyone else just seemed so dull." If that didn't get his revenge, nothing would. Ususally, women did not fall for this sort of thing, most of them just stared at you until you ran away. Thurin had a feeling that this one would be different. From the attitude that she had shown already, Thurin could tell that if she didn't just ignore it, she would attack him.

 

Thurin prepared for the fight he had been itching to have ever since finding out what a traitor his brother-in-law was, the filthy man who could channel. Male channelers were the only thing that Thurin hated more than witches, and only because of his brother-in-law.

 

Thurin clenched his fist and was eager for the fight Thurin was sure would break out.

[Ellorian]

"After one night with you mother, everyone else just seemed so dull."

 

Arala tossed her head back and laughed. So this angry little boy did have a brain in his head. It was the sigh that had made it magic. Oh sure, he had called her mum a whore, but he had done it with style.

 

"You're alright, I guess," Arala said and grinned. "I'm gonna finish my breakfast in peace. We'll try not to get anything else on you, but I can't make any promises." With that she stood and clapped the boy on the back. Walking away had the added bonus of being annoying to the one expecting the fight, a fact that was not lost on Arala.

[Ellorian]

"After one night with you mother, everyone else just seemed so dull."

 

Arala tossed her head back and laughed. So this angry little boy did have a brain in his head. It was the sigh that had made it magic. Oh sure, he had called her mum a whore, but he had done it with style.

 

"You're alright, I guess," Arala said and grinned. "I'm gonna finish my breakfast in peace. We'll try not to get anything else on you, but I can't make any promises." With that she stood and clapped the boy on the back. Walking away had the added bonus of being annoying to the one expecting the fight, a fact that was not lost on Arala.