A-Anyway, it makes you feel all weird. Makes you mad over wee stuff.
Some even blew up after getting hit by that juice. I really don't want that happening to me.
→ Weren't you always prone to getting mad over the smallest things? – ⛪
→ Don't piss me off. – ⛈
… Oi, you sure you've come to the right address? Any Jialan Guards worth fighting either surrendered or were executed already!
The lord gave us, the gamefowls, an errand to take out the stragglers? Really now? We're talkin' about the same lord here, yeah?
⛈: Bugger all! Someone just get the damn stuff in their jaw!
Heathcliff grabbed a lump out of the serving and shoved it into the nearest person’s mouth…
🌇: ……
This feels familiar. Like it's all just one big riddle Cathy used to give me.
I'd sometimes get the right answer early in the game. And every time I did, she kept making the answer more and more convoluted, annoyed that I actually managed to get it right.
Did the lass even teach a proper class? Oh, don't tell me her class consisted of her showing off those figurine collections and forcing the students to sit through another one of them obscure lore summaries?
🌇: Heathcliff.
🌇: I may have a correct assumption as to what this silence indicates.
🌇: So I have no other choice but to tell you, as it is common courtesy to do so, that I am very sorry to hear that.
⛈: What the fu— aagh!
⛈: Can't you talk normally for once?!
🪶: How have you come across this knowledge, Miss Mayors?
🧜🏻♀️: Oh, that's…
⛈: Ain't it obvious? We've got the culprit right 'ere, the storyteller lass who's been gabbin' on with no end.
🧹: What an awful weather, hmm? Well, T Corp. is… the Wuthering Heights manor is rarely ever sunny, but this is quite the storm!
⛈: …Long…
⛈: …Long time no see, Nelly.