Because writing prose is overrated

[everlastingsoul]

Albert: ... Did you just throw your shoe at me?
Yuber: No.
Albert: ...
Luc: ... Why the hell did he--?
Albert: I don't know. Yuber, don't do that again.
Yuber: You can't make me, maggot.
Albert and Luc: ...
Sarah: I didn't even see him take it off.
Yuber: That's because I didn't.
Albert: You're missing a shoe.
Yuber: No, I'm not.
Albert: ... What?
Yuber: No, I'm not.
Luc: Is this some sort of sad attempt at mindfuck?
Yuber: Idiots.
Sarah: Will you please stop being difficult?
Yuber: Who's being difficult?
Albert, Luc, and Sarah: ...
Yuber: *looks bored*
Albert: If you're bored, you're welcome to leave and go--
Luc: *lifts a hand* Don't say it. He might actually do it.
Sarah: Master Luc, we should get going.
Luc: Yes, we should. Yuber, pick up your shoe so we can go.
Yuber: You're getting on my nerves, rune bearer.
Albert: Let's just go. He'll join us eventually.
Yuber: *throws his other shoe at Albert*



Yes, I'm bored. The Destroyers come out to play when I'm bored, but they're never very coherent in my head. And so you get script.