Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-25686329-20150511183212

The Yankee smiled at Jane's monolgue. Yep, that pretty much won. Granted, he could open his mouth and throw his story into the ring, but the conversation was already moving elsewhere.

"It's called Merlin cause the insufferable prick-on-the-spinning wheel was always trying to do better than those around him."

Then there was that large debacle about social circles, drinking, destiny, and of course that elevated to talks of Grimm.

The Yankee's suspicions about Tim were confirmed when he made that unbashedly 'goody two shoes' comment about Grimm and Destiny. He was a smug fricker.

"Oh, SHUT. UP, DUDE." The Yankee snapped, voice rising, but still paced. "Grimm's a weasel, and an arse-hat to boot. Nothin' wrong with honesty, or, frick, I dunno... reality! Now you can whine about your destiny, but let's be serious, you and the Author-Grimned Paper Princess over there..." He jerked his head towards Pirouette. "...do not  have it all that bad. Destiny sure as hell isn't sacred!"

He shifted in his seat, rising a bit.

"I'd prefer to look at the world as it REALLY is -- that is, it damn well sucks -- rather than some saccharine, childish bull-hex! That said, Jane's the only person in this room who I suppose I truly agree with; 'least she isn't living in some delusional fantasy..." He barked, finally inhaling.

Had he had more friends in the room, he would have reached for a high-five, but he just... waited. It was Jane's and the other's reactions that he was most interested in.