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[brat]

( attached to the post is an image of a card against a dark backdrop, although the card itself does look to be a little damaged. a little crumpled, maybe? )

If you are going to be immature enough to send this to me, you may as well show your face.

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[rudelanguage]

Oh.

I guess that sucks.

[brat]

It's not even a good one.

[rudelanguage]

What'd a good one be?

[brat]

How would I know?

[rudelanguage]

If y'know a bad one, it's bad because you know a good one, yeah?

[brat]

All puns are the worst. Some are less worse, but I will not utter them aloud to encourage further puns.

[rudelanguage]

Damn. Okay. [Hope that's the worst fuckin' problem you got here, guy.]

[brat]

At least I am well-aware it was not you.

[rudelanguage]

Yup. I do not give a shit about horses or puns.

When am I gettin' that invite, anyway? I was told...I would get to beat shit up. Dunno where to.

[brat]

There's a building in Nova City. You choose the time, I will show you the training area.

[rudelanguage]

[Wow. 'A building.' Incredible description. It's a good fucking thing there's not like A TON OF BUILDINGS ALL AROUND THE EVERYWHERE. Why the fuck do I even--!!!

grunt.]

Figured it'd be easier to do while everyone's all horse-crazy in the day.

[brat]

I don't know how any of them are enjoying it.

( this is a lie. would damian like the nonsense of being partially or fully transformed into a horse? no. does he enjoy horses in general? maybe. )

Fine. Tomorrow afternoon.

[rudelanguage]

Mrmnh. Feels like...any time I listen on this thing...someone's inviting people to a party. Or somethin'.

Why not horses.

[brat]

They are a social lot.

( they, not we. )

It feels childish, doesn't it?

[rudelanguage]

People deal with prison in different ways. [you're welcome for THE most generous take Knife's been able to develop after ten months of this shit.]