I don’t know, can you?
Bitch gtfo out of his house you rude disrespectful dick
Grim: so far I hate his guts.
Epic!G: *He sits in the chair, stunned for a bit. After a while, he shakenly stands up.* A-AH. I thought you’d be more subtle than that. You just ruined my favorite shirt. Too bad such a pretty face likes yours has to turn to dust. *G suddenly grasps a bone made long sword.*
Grim: for fucks sake just get outta my house! Ugh. *he took a couple of breaths trying to calm down, Grim rubbed his temple* I’m getting a headache.
Epic!G: Ha. Can’t wait for that thicc bastard to come up here with a gun. *he chuckles to himself, and continues to read*
Grim: *oh he did come back with a gun, immediately shooting G* get. The. Fuck. Out. *he spoke between shots*
I saw Hex in a prom dress Now how about sprinkles in a prom dress with loki in a tux *COUGH*Yandere Sprinkles *COUGH*
That wasnt Hex, that was Helix.
Epic!G: Egh. *G removes his cloak, draping it over the back of his chair. He also removes a book out for an inside pocket* While I sit here, you mind making me something to eat? *He has a sly smile painted on his face, and his left eye is a yellow pupil.*
Grim: oh of course, i’ll make you a sandwich of go fuck yourself. *he walked off- no, stormed off to his room to look for his guns*
Nice Food 