Post by Schwarzen*Adler on Mar 29, 2012 22:48:22 GMT -5
I. Let's Annoy the Briton!
co-starring... Zeta.
[[ To ask a question to one of them specifically, just state who you want to address it to~ You can ask either Zeta, Chris, or both of them.]]
co-starring... Zeta.
"We have been assigned another command, sir."
Blinking drowsily, the arseholed (drunk as hell) Brit shook his head. "Zeta," he mumbled, " kindly refrain from shouting; it's giving me a headache. And also, turn off the lights... I'm going back to sleep. Wake me up at midnight so I can head out to the pub again. If anyone asks or comes by, tell them I died on the table and didn't leave anything behind for them in my will; if my brother comes by, tell him to sod off and grow some bollocks."
"Negative, sir." the mech replied simply, " I cannot do that. The orders come from higher up. Any procrastination will be dealt with gravely and painfully."
Sitting up, Chris shot a glare at the young girl. "Zeta," he growled, emitting a low sound from the back of his throat, " You take orders directly from me. And if your orders are so important, then get on with it. "
"Negative. The assignment belongs to you.
I was merely told to assist."
"Git."
Sitting up sluggishly, the Briton winced.
Damn, his head hurt.
"Now, what is the important assignment you speak of? I don't remember agreeing to any new tasks lately."
"Answer questions."
"What?"
"We are to answer questions, sir. We must answer truthfully and honestly for any lies will be dealt with--"
Rolling his eyes, the young Briton slumped back down onto his cold, cozy metal table. "Gravely and Painfully. I know; I know. Get on with it then," he muttered, motioning for the questions to begin.
"I'll answer it if I can somehow manage to feign the appearance that I give a shite.
Though, that's terribly unlikely."
[[ To ask a question to one of them specifically, just state who you want to address it to~ You can ask either Zeta, Chris, or both of them.]]