thatsnotapplejuice:

scottishafro:

-excited squeal, starts to turn and run off, then stops and slowly turns back, narrowing his eye at him-

'S nae poisoned, eh?

Better not be. I’m eating it.

Gewd. -scampers off to stuff his face-


thatsnotapplejuice:

scottishafro:

thatsnotapplejuice:

Okay, so I’ve still got enough boar meat to feed a small starving town. Who wants some?

Is et….’s et free? ‘Cause Ah’m hungrier ‘an Ah shoulda… -deliberately- should. Be.

-literally drops meat in his arms-

-excited squeal, starts to turn and run off, then stops and slowly turns back, narrowing his eye at him-

'S nae poisoned, eh?


thatsnotapplejuice:

Okay, so I’ve still got enough boar meat to feed a small starving town. Who wants some?

Is et….’s et free? ‘Cause Ah’m hungrier ‘an Ah shoulda… -deliberately- should. Be.


Oooh lookit ye awl. Fookin’…sober’n’…..fookin’…….

-rubs at his eye- Aw, shiet, wo’ wus Ah doin’…


Reblog if you’re willing to do violent RPs

Y’know, just in case I feel the need to bust some heads.

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(via cel-fantome)


foxxytales:

scottishafro:

Yooou…you shut yer p-pre’y mouth, lassie, Ah e—hic—n’t a dhrun’ nuthin’…

-tries to sit up, slips on a bottle and just flops onto his stomach, letting out a muffled groan- Feck.

-snorts a little and leaves to let him turtle-

-his arm raises slightly as she leaves and he lets out a loud, incoherent string of sounds before letting his arm fall back down and almost immediately beginning to snore-


foxxytales:

scottishafro:

WELl ye—ye’re…uh…ye’re migh’y…

……..

wo’ wuss Ah dooin’?… -squints at- whossat

Yeah.

Drunk turtle.

Yooou…you shut yer p-pre’y mouth, lassie, Ah e—hic—n’t a dhrun’ nuthin’…

-tries to sit up, slips on a bottle and just flops onto his stomach, letting out a muffled groan- Feck.


foxxytales:

scottishafro:

foxxytales:

….

He looks like what I’d imagine a drunk turtle to look like.

WHo—who’re you…callin’ uh d-drunk tur’le th—hic—there, lassie

You.

WELl ye—ye’re…uh…ye’re migh’y…

……..

wo’ wuss Ah dooin’?… -squints at- whossat


foxxytales:

….

He looks like what I’d imagine a drunk turtle to look like.

WHo—who’re you…callin’ uh d-drunk tur’le th—hic—there, lassie


-rolls around in a small pile of empty bottles, nursing an almost empty one as he hiccups and hurps and is generally incoherent-