[~Oprilthevykker~]

Ic:
Opril sighed out of anger, pulling his Lil' hacker knife from his belt.. running his
lower left arms claws up and down the blade of it calmly. He turned his head to the slig
(Borso), saying to him, in an ill mannered way, (You wouldn't deprive me the chance to
try out my new procedure would you? Because if you were to do that.. there's no telling what I might do." Opril again ran his claws to the blade's tip, then spun it around in a circle on his upper left arms index index claw. "Trust me, ask anyone from my old work place.. you don't want to get me aggravated.. in fact, you want to keep me on the exact opposite side of emotion from aggravated, so c'mon, we're all on the same side here." Opril moved in close to Borso, hugging an arm around his neck, whispering. "You know, we Vykker's have operated on our selfs until we found out a way to increase our lifespan by a hundred and twenty years!
allow me to try my procedure of this Mud, and I'll perhaps give you the same surgery?"


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Ooc: Not to get off topic, but Ba-Jeezus it's cold where I'm at today.