…Aren't you afraid of dying?
It makes me lose the will to kill...
If you've managed to get out of the feeling that dying would be better...
Well, I might even play catch with you...
But I'll definitely aim only at your face or vital points, though?
I shaved my beardy once and everybody hated me for it; so, no. I don't enjoy it, and I love my beardy!
And I'm not being rude, Captain. You know I have never been rude to you. ( scratches ear. liar liar pants on fire. * 👂 )
It took him a moment to realise someone had called for him. Burnt cigarette thrown against the earth before a stomp made by his boot—effectively extinguished the fire.
Then, he turned. Pointing into himself with a jabbing finger. "Me? I'm Zeke. Zeke Yeager."
Curiously approaching @zeagerism .. he seems familiar, almost— smiling, she offers a polite wave. "Evening!" She announces. "Would you mind giving me your name?"
personally, i bring up the "more than half the scout regiment died in one afternoon" situation to guilt him into doing the dishes. it's worked surprisingly well so far. need to start doing more of that.