Is feeling... Twisted.
lalalaaa... the cow goes quack
Myra: "Yah." Dark: "I HEARD THAT! :yelling:"
Is a traverse town homebody
I love... glue.
Dark: "-__-... You people... demon... WHATEVER THE HELL YOU ARE! You bore me." *walks away# Myra: "That's right! Run away emo man! RUUUN!"
mmmmmm...... Cheesey.
Myra: *bursts into luaghter* Dark: *stabs Myra in neck* "Not laughing any more, are we?" Myra: "......" *pulls sword out.* "Hmf... How rude." *rubs wound* Dark: "o.o....... You're not human, are you?!"
Myra: *lawl* "Remember, this is the part you hold, deary." *points to hilt* Dark: >.<
DArk: *pulls out sword* "Care to back that up?" Myra: "Oh, look. the cross-dresser can hold a sword."
Myra: *shruggs* "Meh." Dark: "............." (*starts sayin' stuff in Hylilian*) "Ugh... frickin' Americans."
Myra: "Good question. I never understood Hylilians." Dark: "I'm not a bloody cross-dresser! Nor is it a fashion statment!" :yelling:
Falcon.... Puunnch!
I know! XD! ........ In the name of... Puerto Rico.
