Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20190113071131/@comment-27344811-20190116190031

Waluigi notices SYrup's ship out at sea. "Ey, ain';t dat...."

"Ah. That loser." Wario snorts, steering up to the side of the port. "Probably here to gloat or somethin'. I dunno."

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"How do you not grasp the concept?"

"I grap it, I grasp it! I just... can't grasp you!" Scorpio keeps dropping Sylvester over and over again. "Scorpior was not designed with holding swords in mind!!"


 * "Fine, just.... I'll wrap myself around your stinger."

The legs are untucked and Sylvester starts crawling up his tai. "...This stinger is dull."

"...yeah...."

"What happened?"

"No matinence... I can't reach it."

"Why am I not surprised?" Silver wraps the leather grip around the stinger, making his point parallel with it. "What can you do, mister sword?"

"A second pair of eyes, I cannot dull, I can cut through most things, and- sqing me, quickly!"

Scorpior swhishes his tail. "What??"

And he watches as a crescent blade of energy, flashing red and blue, flies out from Sylvester and cuts the incoming bee in half.

"That."

"A projectile sword..... I think imma love you...."

"Please stop."