[He is absolutely grumbling about all of this shit, but he MIGHT AS WELL ASK.]
Since the fucker doesn't listen to us, can you ask for something from that fuckin Admiral bitch for me? Ain't nothing dangerous or a weapon or any shit like that, promise.
ok literally nobody is going to say shit. you have the face of a man with a dozen cactuses. if i hadn't been in your room i'd have just assumed you already had them
... Can you also ask for a dehumidifier and, like, a sun lamp thing? For the cacti. Also for myself for that first part, humidity don't agree with my scales and shit.
It ain't you or most people I'm worried about saying shit. Just something about "oooh, the scary assassin takes care of cacti" or some shit like that.
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Since the fucker doesn't listen to us, can you ask for something from that fuckin Admiral bitch for me? Ain't nothing dangerous or a weapon or any shit like that, promise.
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It ain't outside of maybe my pride and someone saying some shit about it.
I just want a fucking potted cacti.
That's it.
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... Can you also ask for a dehumidifier and, like, a sun lamp thing? For the cacti. Also for myself for that first part, humidity don't agree with my scales and shit.
It ain't you or most people I'm worried about saying shit. Just something about "oooh, the scary assassin takes care of cacti" or some shit like that.
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what kind of cactus? or does that not matter?
[She's pretty sure some of them have flowers, or colorful bits, or more or less stabby spines. This is the extent of her experience.]
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Nah, doesn't matter as long as it ain't one of the ones that gets to tree sizes. Only stipulation.
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