I didn’t forget.
Just… got swept up a bit.
I would, but heaven forbid you break another bone over me.
I’m going to literally break a bone over you if y’ don’t git.
Um, he sassed me first.
He ought t’ keep his mouth closed. I don’t need him talking dirty to me.
Okami chuckles slightly, giving a small wave of his hand. “No problem, I can understand that. I’ve heard that from a few others who have come to my valley. What might I call you my friend?” Bringing his hand down to his side, he gives the other a smile. “Thank you, I do my best to make this place as unique as I can.”
“Oh, right.” He shuffles around in his pocket for a peppermint; an obligatory ‘nice to meet you’ peace offering of sorts. Name’s Bedtime, but my friends call me BT.” He reaches down and buries the candy into the other’s palm. “Ever had a peppermint before? I carry ‘em with me everywhere.”
As happy as a Barbaloot in a pile of Truffula fruit.
Might wanna lay off the Nutella, then.
Fat jokes are so last year, Twelve. And, coincidentally, so are you.
Update your repertoire, you old fart.
I’m a heavy sleeper, unsurprisingly.