[ God, En hates it that Monts is still pretty even when she's making him mad for being smug. He makes no secret of the fact that he's sulking, with one long finger in the dirt drawing pointless patterns by his foot. ]
Hungry.
Cold.
Pissed.
[ He was so proud when he learned that word— it applies to him about 65% of the time. ]
Your fault? All of this. [ Gesturing to his general... everything. What kind of rude prank is this!!!! ]
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Hungry.
Cold.
Pissed.
[ He was so proud when he learned that word— it applies to him about 65% of the time. ]
Your fault? All of this. [ Gesturing to his general... everything. What kind of rude prank is this!!!! ]