*taps on table rhythmically, occasionally sneaks a glance outside the window*
This is nice. What's going on outside? I don't even care.
*suddenly crushes mug between his fingers, hot tea pouring over his hand now clenched to a fist*
*turns towards the room, lightly smiling with the most haunting friendliness, free of any signs of agitation in his face*
...not a care in the world.
You look like you could use some merriment! *grabs an axe and prepares to throw it across the room* Dieb! This ones for you! *throws the axe*
http://direct.wester...hp/Finger_dance





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