| Minsc ( @ 2009-07-13 11:34:00 |
| Entry tags: | barbarism is the bomb bb, office #4, office hours |
Office Hours; Office #4. Monday [ 07/13 ].
Barbarism.
The word had been sticking to Minsc like a...well, like a barb since Saturday, and while he didn't let it show that it was bothering him (really, you could tell by all the humming), it was definitely getting the rub on him.
Barbarism. Of course it applied to him, he was a bloody barbarian! What could you expect? Him to take a great big stick and shove it up his bottom end so he can talk all hoity-toity and not kill people just because they were evil or not go rushing straight at really big things with your sword wielded or not die for women you were sword to protect with your life or not slurp things out of big tankards with it dribbling down your chin? Where was the fun in that? What was the point?
Minsc didn't get it, he didn't want to get it, and today in his office he was going to make sure he was being extra barbarous to make up for it. That explained all the daggers and short swords that were sticking into things like walls and the door and his desk and why all the books (all four of them) were thrown together to make a nice little (contained) fire for light and warmth (it was plenty warm, but it was probably barbarous to sweat a lot, too), and why Minsc had his feet promptly thrown up on his desk and why he would belch with abandon and scratch his arse every now and again, too.
There. Barbarism. And Minsc couldn't be happier.
[[ door and post are open, of course! ]]