[Oh my god, please. Ren, child, dearest and most precious little sister. Let him sleep.
The rock doesn't even hecking matter anymore, and Guzma momentarily curls his pillow around his ears to drown out the sound of her voice. This was a mistake...he's practically awake already, but this has become a battle and by god, he is neither going to back down nor is he going to lose. But Guzma knows the only way to end this is to take matters, and this wretched, little goblin, into his own hands.
He drags his hands down his face, swings himself out of his hammock, and stomps to the front door, nearly wrenching it off whatever hinges the poor, old, dilapidated slab of wood still sticks to.]
Yes...Ren. I like to sleep. I like it a whole hecking lot, yeah. [He grabs her very suddenly, tucks her under one arm like a football, and carries Ren right back to his hammock.] So you n' me are gonna go to sleep. Right now.
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Date: 2018-04-14 10:11 pm (UTC)The rock doesn't even hecking matter anymore, and Guzma momentarily curls his pillow around his ears to drown out the sound of her voice. This was a mistake...he's practically awake already, but this has become a battle and by god, he is neither going to back down nor is he going to lose. But Guzma knows the only way to end this is to take matters, and this wretched, little goblin, into his own hands.
He drags his hands down his face, swings himself out of his hammock, and stomps to the front door, nearly wrenching it off whatever hinges the poor, old, dilapidated slab of wood still sticks to.]
Yes...Ren. I like to sleep. I like it a whole hecking lot, yeah. [He grabs her very suddenly, tucks her under one arm like a football, and carries Ren right back to his hammock.] So you n' me are gonna go to sleep. Right now.