not interested in deep conversations

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Characters: The Grand Highblood + anyone
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Any
Summary: The Grand Highblood is not amused by the food but whatevs?
Warnings: The Grand Highblood.

It's almost comical how the highblood is hunched over at a table that seems a bit small for him and eating a bowl of oatmeal(????). His face doesn't show his opinions of the sludge, but he doesn't seem to be hating or loving it. Surprisingly neutral, which is saying something if you happened to know the nature of this particular highblood.

He's pretty distracted, so you'll have a 50/50 chance of getting on his good side or his don't-give-a-fuck side. Then again, he is pretty unpredictable.

Do you dare approacheth the grazing adult troll in his not-so-natural habitat?

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"Nothing wrong with the motherfucking basics," the highblood growls, reaching up to try and snag her by an ankle. "JUST GOTTA MOTHERFUCKING MAKE DO WITH ALL THAT NATURE MOTHERFUCKING GAVE YOU, if you aren't all in possession of any motherfucking weapons."

[entropied]

She rolls her eyes and scoffs, yanking her ankle out of the way and sending another blast of psionic energy at him. "I prefer my way."

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"Then you motherfucking stick to it sister!" He laughed, ducking from the blast. It singed his hair, but he managed to avoid a direct hit. There's little else he can do except throw things at her, but he decided to wait first.