Mad hatter or March Hare?

Morgan · April 14, 2019, 03:39 PM

"What in hell's name-" he began, before Laroche's whisper shut up his usual abraisive responses with something so close to empathy that it made him dizzy. Felt like tha world was whirlin the wrong way, and fast. This shit wasn't spose' ta happen to them. They were kind folk, good folk, and it wasn't right. Speshulleh not ta Phex, no matter how damn annoying she was. She was a good gurl.

"We huntin' this shit dick down, or what? Cry came up wit' a verdict or he still sortin' stuff out?" Morgan neared the grayscale male, hoping with something close to fury that Cry panned to make this right, somehow. "Wait- Melonii?!" His thoughts had finally caught up to him and smacked him right in the ass. "We sposed' ta be allied wit them, ain't we? What they forgot er' sumthin?" His irritation pulled flamin' mad clydesdales through the words, heavy and thick in his slangin' southern twang.