Anyone out by the river today might hear the sounds of a not-so-friendly, very one-sided conversation.
Firo’s standing on the very edge of the shore, shouting into the water. “What’re you looking at?!”
The object of his ire, a fish, continues swimming in languid circles, undisturbed. An obvious show of disrespect if Firo’s ever seen one. He has no choice but to escalate things—this is how it always goes in fights, and he can’t make any exceptions even for an animal. Especially not for an animal.
He growls, low in his throat, and stomps sloshily forward until he’s knee deep in the water. “Hey, I’m talking to you! Get back here, you son of a bitch!”
[ooc: Brackets or prose is fine; I’ll match your style.]
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Firo’s standing on the very edge of the shore, shouting into the water. “What’re you looking at?!”
The object of his ire, a fish, continues swimming in languid circles, undisturbed. An obvious show of disrespect if Firo’s ever seen one. He has no choice but to escalate things—this is how it always goes in fights, and he can’t make any exceptions even for an animal. Especially not for an animal.
He growls, low in his throat, and stomps sloshily forward until he’s knee deep in the water. “Hey, I’m talking to you! Get back here, you son of a bitch!”
[ooc: Brackets or prose is fine; I’ll match your style.]