[There was something in that warning that caused only the briefest of reactions. Brief, blink and you may miss it, but no less there. And no less potentially unsettling. Midge's pace stuttered for a moment, as the corners of his master's mouth grew sharp. The skin seemed near to splitting, and for a fraction of a second the scent of something caustic almost seemed to slice through the air like a sword.
Just like that, it was gone again, the sound of glass chimes rattling in the wind like a distant echo.]
Noted, don't talk to King Dickweed.
[His voice turned smooth as smoke, then relaxed once more.]
What does he look like? Just so I know who I'm not talking to?
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Just like that, it was gone again, the sound of glass chimes rattling in the wind like a distant echo.]
Noted, don't talk to King Dickweed.
[His voice turned smooth as smoke, then relaxed once more.]
What does he look like? Just so I know who I'm not talking to?