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But that's a bit extravagant, hunting him down. *He puts the Elf down but still holds his arm*
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The elf squeaks. "Please don't make me go back! I'll do anything! Just... Don't send me back to that Jolly freakshow!"
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Relax, little buddy. You're not gonna go anywhere.
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"Who are you calling little?!? I'll bite your knees off!" Cannon laughs as the elf attempts to bite you.
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*She smiles as she knees him in the gut. Not enough to harm him but enough to wind him*
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"Oof!" Cannon stops laughing as the elf falls over. "Aparentally Santa uses them as slace labour."
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Well that kinda sucks. I mean, he's welcome to stay with the Exiled
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"I'm going to go hunt down Santa."
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I got that. Seems a bit extravagant, though
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"But think of all the loot."
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Fair point... But are you really gonna trust one elf with this?
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Cannon shrugs. "All his info seems to check out."
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I still dunno. Anyone can dress up and claim they're from the North Pole. Just look at Will Ferrell.
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"The ears are legitimate. Also, his energy levels are through the roof."
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Well Ears could be a genetic problem, and energy levels? Mion was literally bouncing off the walls when he had catnip for the first time.
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"Magical energy. Energy fields. Not hyper." The elf shoots her a glare.
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Oh... Don't look at me like that, that cat could slice you in half
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The elf huffs. Cannon laughs.