hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
"You can't petr-," pause, try again, "Petrify me, we're in public, that's... That's got to be illegal." It had to be illegal, somewhere. Right? Emillion did its part to protect its citizens? Especially from tiny, violent mages with a propensity for casting spells on their friends. Ryul closed one eye in what might have been a wink had he not kept it closed, lifting a hand and shaking his finger at her. A scolding gesture. "You're going to get arrested one day," he said, "you should... not... try to hurt me so often." His words were formed with difficulty thanks to the large amount of alcohol coursing through his veins, but he was pleased when they finally made it out. |