Count Greyskull
Ohmygosh, oh my gosh. It’s a real, real dragon!
The lord was surprised at how quick that ravishing woman was to anger. Did she put her socks backwards? He hated that too, and it was a sure way to put him in a foul mood. Or perhaps she was hungry… Either way, they had a point. How could he have forgotten to introduce himself!?
Thus, the skeleton tree lord bowed apologetically, yet dignified like a great royal prince or a king would.
“ NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!! You must excuse me; I did not mean to overwhelm you with my presence.”
Then, he picked a notebook from his pocket, or rather, summoned it while his hand was concealed in his natural robes. Then, he opened it and cleared his throat before reading in a very dramatic fashion.
“ *ahem* I AM THE GREAT, BEAUTIFUL AND VERY POWERFUL KING OF THE NIGHT COUNT METATARSALS GREYSKULL TIBULA VIII!! HOW ARE YOU DOING ON THIS FINE DAY!?”
PLeasemakethiswork pleasemakethiswork pleasemakethiswork…
GAROU XIII
Garou looked up to the annoying girl and glared before snatching the bottle away from her and drinking its contents greedily. He didn't stop one second until the bottle was completely empty, only for him to let out an audibly pleased pwaaah. At least, he looked a little less mad now. He turned to the girl and frowned dully.
"I'm not giving you anything." He said flatly.