[Please ignore the fact that pretty much all of Namur's face is nearly matching his gills. He's actually rather pissed.]
So go get one dumbass.
[He grits his teeth, and less than gently rolls Thatch off one of the piles of papers, grabs one to grade, and pointedly gets to work, his back to Thatch.]
Can at least trust y' t' not try stickin' 'round like a shitty moron when yer drippin' blood, right?
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So go get one dumbass.
[He grits his teeth, and less than gently rolls Thatch off one of the piles of papers, grabs one to grade, and pointedly gets to work, his back to Thatch.]
Can at least trust y' t' not try stickin' 'round like a shitty moron when yer drippin' blood, right?