[Christopher barely turns to remove an arm before turning his attention back on Gin. It's impressive. Inhumanly so, Christopher thinks, but then there is Vino. Sometimes, he wonders.
Even so, Christopher smiles. The air of violence seems to ebb a little, or fade back into the cloak of benign whimsy that Christopher usually wears]
There's nothing enjoyable than an evening out with friends. Or is a day? Mother Nature, my circadian rhythm has become a-harmonious. When we reunite, will we be able to sing? Oh, another one. [And without missing a beat, he tosses his umbrella tip first at one of them. The weapon drives through creature and wall to pin it in place, but that makes it boring so Christopher stops paying attention. Back to Gin.] You should try singing. It makes everything more fun.
cw: great friends, is what you mean
Even so, Christopher smiles. The air of violence seems to ebb a little, or fade back into the cloak of benign whimsy that Christopher usually wears]
There's nothing enjoyable than an evening out with friends. Or is a day? Mother Nature, my circadian rhythm has become a-harmonious. When we reunite, will we be able to sing? Oh, another one. [And without missing a beat, he tosses his umbrella tip first at one of them. The weapon drives through creature and wall to pin it in place, but that makes it boring so Christopher stops paying attention. Back to Gin.] You should try singing. It makes everything more fun.