((from here, this was so much later than I expected i'm sorry))
Oh, god—you're serious? Must you?
[He must. Richie is not only covered in viscera, but now he's expected to make room for the carcass what gave him the spray. It's with deep displeasure that he scoots back, knees practically banging his ears as he has to crumple up like a paper ball to keep from obstructing that long, flopping tail as it breaches the rim of the boat. When it's settled the boat is sitting rather lower in the water than he'd like, and Richie's got to keep his legs spread so that the finned tail can sit easy on his crotch.
No matter what end you sat at, looking down the long line of the dead serpents body gave the impression that Richie had a real monster cock. It's like he wished for extra inches from a spiteful genie and tried to fix the goof by hacking the bit with the teeth off.
He looks blithely to his boatmate, and speaks in the nasal melody of a harried Queens-bred Rabbi.] I said just the tip, you Mushegener! This is a bar mitzvah, not a butcher shop! Oy gevalt.
[He resumes wiping the blood clear of his face, spitting over the side. Good shot too, that's about four feet of air before the pink glob hits the water.] Is this for dinner, or are you going to put it on a plaque over the fireplace?
[ What's with the bizarre impression? Is this some kind of nervous tic? Did the guy fashion himself some kind of aspiring stand-up comedian back home? 76 finds it easier to ignore it for now, and if he makes any notice of the unintentional endowments that he's given his ship-mate, he doesn't comment on it. Despite the stranger's complaints, he is making room for the carcass, which is really all that 76 cares about.
Once the serpent is fully settled in the boat between them, 76 reaches into his boot and procures a serrated knife. He is definitely more weapons than person at this point, or that's the impression he gives off at least. ]
Gonna see if I can sell the parts once we get back to Wyver. You'd be surprised what they consider valuable over there.
[ So sorry, but the boat has been converted into a butcher shop of sorts for now. The first order of business is to skin the thing, and so 76 leans over and begins to slice the serpent further open, straight down the middle.
He glances up again, not quite apologetic, but he'll say this much: ] You might want to plug your nose.
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Oh, god—you're serious? Must you?
[He must. Richie is not only covered in viscera, but now he's expected to make room for the carcass what gave him the spray. It's with deep displeasure that he scoots back, knees practically banging his ears as he has to crumple up like a paper ball to keep from obstructing that long, flopping tail as it breaches the rim of the boat. When it's settled the boat is sitting rather lower in the water than he'd like, and Richie's got to keep his legs spread so that the finned tail can sit easy on his crotch.
No matter what end you sat at, looking down the long line of the dead serpents body gave the impression that Richie had a real monster cock. It's like he wished for extra inches from a spiteful genie and tried to fix the goof by hacking the bit with the teeth off.
He looks blithely to his boatmate, and speaks in the nasal melody of a harried Queens-bred Rabbi.] I said just the tip, you Mushegener! This is a bar mitzvah, not a butcher shop! Oy gevalt.
[He resumes wiping the blood clear of his face, spitting over the side. Good shot too, that's about four feet of air before the pink glob hits the water.] Is this for dinner, or are you going to put it on a plaque over the fireplace?
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Once the serpent is fully settled in the boat between them, 76 reaches into his boot and procures a serrated knife. He is definitely more weapons than person at this point, or that's the impression he gives off at least. ]
Gonna see if I can sell the parts once we get back to Wyver. You'd be surprised what they consider valuable over there.
[ So sorry, but the boat has been converted into a butcher shop of sorts for now. The first order of business is to skin the thing, and so 76 leans over and begins to slice the serpent further open, straight down the middle.
He glances up again, not quite apologetic, but he'll say this much: ] You might want to plug your nose.