THIS PARTY IS OFF DA HOOK...

[implying]

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[applethief]

[ after being unceremoniously punted out of the kitchens by one elf, marduk finds himself at the proper buffet next to another. WOW WHAT A COINCIDENCE!! surly about this, he nearly leaves, but comes up with a better plan almost immediately; he crowds into belthazar's personal space instead, using his hella superior height-- and thus, reach-- to snatch more than a couple things before belth can get to them himself. ]

[arcanepower]

[You son of a bitch. YOU SON OF A BITCH. Belth stands there with an empty hand stretched out, unable to comprehend the amount of RUDENESS such a guy could contain. It just doesn't make sense to him. That people can be that rude. And then he remembers-- he's in Exsilium, a.k.a. Silvermoon the Sequel, where the debauchery extends far beyond terrible fashion and goes right into streetrat territory.

He seethes and tries to stomp on the guy's toes.]

Get your own, damned thief!

[applethief]

[ marduk pauses when his foot is stomped on; it doesn't necessarily hurt, but the sudden spike in irritation makes him drop the cracker-spoon in his hand. he picks it back up-- or at least, the biggest piece of it that's left after the impact-- and wags it at belthazar. ]

I'm already doing that, aren't I? Maybe you shouldn't be so disagreeable when it comes to sharing with other people.

[ he stares him down, apparently completely fucking serious. your move, elf. ]