𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙕𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖 (NEW 📌)

i hope i make your skin crawl. i hope i make you grind your teeth.

Y Draigg Bloedde. Then go bloody swimming!

Put a shirt on you harlot.

"Always good for wisdom an' alcohol. Sometimes both!" He beamed at him. "All's good! Marrok's givin' his ma a run fer her money bu' all's well! A' th' height o' business season, y'know."

"Th' rules o' th' sea. Ye wanna live, go wi' th' flow, give nothin' up. Waves an' women are remarkably similar. That's why most o' 'em have them in their hair."

"An ye dunnae think yer sister will be angry fer keepin' it in?"

His eyes widen. Ain't tha'....well....ain't tha', y'know...fuckin' -bad-? Does Ishtalí know?

Steady as they go. His brow furrows. Is Willow alright? His folks?

Nor will he! Twas an honor havin' him about. How is he?

Ah, he remembered. A series o' pummelin's is called a clatterin'. A clatter is at most three hits. Any more is an informal fight invitation.

No one’s, lest he accidentally prove a point. This is a ‘laugh and move on’ sort of situation.