[ Klaus could live in a dumpster for all Eustace cares. His eyes sweep over the place once, largely checking for possible escape routes and possible angles of trajectory should the worst come to happen.
(This is sex island, Eustace, chill tf out....)
Sweep done, he settles back down on his heels. ]
Hmph.
[ Yeah, that's what he thinks of this place. Good? Bad? Who knows. There's a more pressing matter at hand anyway, which is: ]
Where do you want to do this?
[ Wow, romantique. No wining and dining first with this one. ]
no subject
(This is sex island, Eustace, chill tf out....)
Sweep done, he settles back down on his heels. ]
Hmph.
[ Yeah, that's what he thinks of this place. Good? Bad? Who knows. There's a more pressing matter at hand anyway, which is: ]
Where do you want to do this?
[ Wow, romantique. No wining and dining first with this one. ]