[Codo]

RP1: @Mourose, you didn't exaggerate when you said he was whiny.  
M: I was joking about his authentic communication of negative emotions, which can be irritating, but it makes it a LOT easier to deal with than all this emotional bullshitting that humans do. I was NOT talking about his trauma, and I would never joke about it.
M: None of you would have even survived mentally what was done to him. Despite the torture and isolation he had to endure for the first years of his life, he is emotionally and mentally STILL a lot stronger and more stable than most humans. 
S: You really don't have to do this, but...


RP2: Did you ever think about getting therapy?
S: I doubt they'd be able to help me, because it makes me defensive and disdainful, if somebody claims to understand what I've been through.  
S: And from what I've been told, therapy can usually be summed up by "Chiquitita."
S: Although this line confuses the hell out of me: "You'll be dancing once again like a hangry lamb, you will have no time for reaving."
M: You really mastered the art of mood whiplash.
S: I think you found my coping mechanism

M: I found it. The most irritating sound in the universe. Slyth sharpening his tail blade on his teeth (or vice versa).
S:

M: The visuals are also quite disturbing.
S: Not as disturbing as your thunderous sneeze that sent me to the ceiling and a huuuuge blob of snot across the room.
S: I didn't even know you could produce that much slime.
M: Don't tell me you were impressed. 
S: A bit  

S: This is one of the days when I ask myself: Why do I keep DMs open.
S: Why do so many women insist on embarassing themselves.

RP: I like to bath in the blood of my enemies. I hoped you'd like it.
S: What have these evil raspberries done to you to deserve being bled out as questionable decoration of your milk glands.
M:



RP: How can you see?
S: With my eyes
RP: WHERE?
S: Under the dome
M: You can see them under certain light conditions, and if you are really close.
S: Yessss come closer
M: I don't want to make you nervous
S: Too late

RP: How old are you?
S: With hibernation, thousands of years. Without it, about seven years.
RP: So you are...still a child??
S: Na, we grow to our final size in a few weeks and mature in months. The growth rate depends on the food, activity, temperature...
RP: And how old can you get?
S: No idea! Maybe we could live for a long time. Queens occationally live for hundreds of years. But drones and especially warriors usually live dangerous, voilent and thus short lifes.
S: I'm an old fuck.  
M: If YOU are old, then what am I.

S:

M: [age gap awkwardness intensifies]  

S: Although I appreciate your interest, this question-answer-pattern is getting a bit boring.
M: Try jeopardy instead!
S: This muscle is powered by hydraulics
RP: What is a penis!  
M: That's not a muscle.  
S: Not in humans!