You mean do I wish for an opportunity to play the damsel? Doesn't everyone in a skirt have big dreams of being swept off their feet?
[There you go, just for you, Nathaniel--a skirt joke, your favorite. If they're going to be eaten alive by zombies in the next couple of days, he'll go out having giving Nathaniel a gift. You may take this moment to thank him for being a good friend... or maybe move a little further back from the gate, because the next blast of lightning he sends between the bars doesn't fail to dispose of its mark this time.
There's a little bit of splatter. It's gross. Welcome to their new reality for the time being. Honestly, it just makes Anders just want to walk up to Michonne and Clementine and shake their hands for being such troopers in the face of too much bodily fluids, too little soap.]
No clue! [This is accompanied by a shrug as he joins Nathaniel in turning away from the gate.] We don't talk that much.
[It's a curious aspect of his nature--he can flutter around, a social butterfly with something to say to everyone, and manage not to make a single deep connection even with people from his own world.
(Plus, he really has nothing to say to a mage who shacks up with a templar, retired from active duty or not, which is a whole other shit show. He'd rather deal with the zombies.)]
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[There you go, just for you, Nathaniel--a skirt joke, your favorite. If they're going to be eaten alive by zombies in the next couple of days, he'll go out having giving Nathaniel a gift. You may take this moment to thank him for being a good friend... or maybe move a little further back from the gate, because the next blast of lightning he sends between the bars doesn't fail to dispose of its mark this time.
There's a little bit of splatter. It's gross. Welcome to their new reality for the time being. Honestly, it just makes Anders just want to walk up to Michonne and Clementine and shake their hands for being such troopers in the face of too much bodily fluids, too little soap.]
No clue! [This is accompanied by a shrug as he joins Nathaniel in turning away from the gate.] We don't talk that much.
[It's a curious aspect of his nature--he can flutter around, a social butterfly with something to say to everyone, and manage not to make a single deep connection even with people from his own world.
(Plus, he really has nothing to say to a mage who shacks up with a templar, retired from active duty or not, which is a whole other shit show. He'd rather deal with the zombies.)]