8th Wave

[tentacruelest]

Th' next time this Barge feels like poking around in my head, I'll be keeping to my quarters. The lot of yeh - useless dregs not fit to scrub a floor. It's bad enough I'm locked in here with you, I don't need to call any of yeh friends.

[Private to Bush]

Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?

[Private to Arthas]

A word, my king.

[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]

Comments

[surfaceshine]

Oh for...

Not everything is pity, you thorny bastard. And I don't have to have any kind of call to give a shit about anything.

I like making people laugh. That's why I act like a jackass.

[tentacruelest]

I don't want t'graduate. I want to die an' rest at the bottom o' the sea without upstarts like yerself bothering me.

So keep your damn mouth shut.

[surfaceshine]

Who said anything about graduating?

[The captain doth protest too much, Deanthinks.]

That sounds ridiculously boring and besides, if I stop talking, I can't breathe. So, no.

[tentacruelest]

Yeh breathe through yer nose like any half-aware human.

Fool boy.

[surfaceshine]

So you do care.

[tentacruelest]

No, I-!

[Flustered, angry sputtering]

I do not, I only..! It's bloody common sense, Winchester!

[surfaceshine]

Of which, you said it yourself, I have none.

It's okay. I get it. I won't tell anyone.

[tentacruelest]

I don't care.

[surfaceshine]

Yeah I got that memo.

Have a good day, Davy. Try not to blow your temper.

[tentacruelest]

[With a snarl, Jones shuts off his communicator]