IC Contact

[garbagechild]

"... So I just talk? I start talking? .... Now? ... What's the light mean? ... Oh! HI, I'M WRATH, THIS IS MY MAIL VOICE, PLEASE LEAVE A--" BEEP.


[OOC: Want to thread with me but don't have a current post to do it on? Wanna send Wrath a private message? Wanna prank-call him in the middle of the night and then instantly regret it as he dials you back over and over and yells "Hello? HELLO?" into the mic? Pop a thread on here with the IC date and time and let's get playing!]

Comments

[rocketralph]

<sub>[Ralph withdraws his hands as though he's been bitten and sucks his lips inwards.]

[Oh.]

[Oh whups. Maybe that...wasn't the best example. His mind races and he hunches down, trying his best to whisper and not cause a scene.]</sub>

But Wrath! Think about it! What we do here--this is wrong.

[garbagechild]

_{[Wrath chuffs in exasperation. GOD, Ralph! You're so dramatic!]}

It's not like we kill people.

_{[To a former assassin, that's a pretty big downgrade on the 'bad' scale!]}

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph stumbles over his words.]}

W-well! No! But! That doesn't mean we're not hurting people.

[garbagechild]

You shouldn't question the team.

That's being disloyal.

_{[His tone makes it clear that he is giving Ralph a STERN WARNING. Surprisingly stern for someone who is usually just kind of making sounds and running around.]}

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph leans back, his huge hands now resting on the table. Oooooh boy this did not go how he planned. He had to look for an out and fast.]}

Ah...er...right. Right. Forget I ever brought it up.

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Wrath grunts by way of reply. He doesn't forget anything >:(]

[At the edge of the table, Truck had been sniffing curiously at the plate of cupcakes, and now he licks at the edge of the plate with a whine.]

[Wrath yanks the plate away.]</sub>

Truck, no. We don't eat traitor food.