10-09-2015, 01:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-09-2015, 01:49 AM by KrocodileKrew.)
Given his current position, the Earthen had a great capacity for humour. Twofor laughed along with him nervously. A joke? He sure hoped that was what it was. Any moment now, 23,743 and 21,762 would jump out from behind the nearby table, shout, "Psyche!" and give him gyp about how he really thought he was going to breed with a male at his age. Him, a novice, breeding the most beautiful and powerful of Myrmidons? Not likely.
But if it was a joke, it was rapidly passing the point wherein the punchline would be fresh, and he didn't see any signs of a setup for a gag. Glancing around, he called out, "Uh, guys? The Earthen's correct, right? This is a joke, isn't it?" He got no reply. Not very reassuring.
But if it was a joke, it was rapidly passing the point wherein the punchline would be fresh, and he didn't see any signs of a setup for a gag. Glancing around, he called out, "Uh, guys? The Earthen's correct, right? This is a joke, isn't it?" He got no reply. Not very reassuring.