[ Specs? He actually mouths it, silently, in stunned horror. In sheer offense. Sweetcheeks just destroys him, again. He rears back from Angel, appalled. ]
I- I take it you're having fun.
[ The way it moves— sorry, Angel, you're still an it for the foreseeable future— continues to just ping every kind of no in Jon's head. (Or at least, one very deep-set one, anyway.) Why is Deerington like this. Why is his life like this. ]
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I- I take it you're having fun.
[ The way it moves— sorry, Angel, you're still an it for the foreseeable future— continues to just ping every kind of no in Jon's head. (Or at least, one very deep-set one, anyway.) Why is Deerington like this. Why is his life like this. ]