Spryly was annoyed to find himself dismissed as though he hadn't said anything at all. A leader had been asked for and he'd stepped up to the plate, they were all just irked because they didn't want to be lead by someone who wasn't a few years off retirement and senility. It was plain rude, that's what it was. Worse still was the apparent willingness to let a woman lead over him! Now he had nothing against women but he was pretty sure the general social consensus was that women weren't appreciated in roles of leadership over men so how little must they think of him if she was the preferred alternative?! He supposed it made sense that she lead considering she apparently worked there but he still didn't appreciate the blunt rejection.
He fell into a broody sort of silence until he tuned back in again at the mention of buffalo or whatever. He didn't see a buffalo (whatever they looked like). "Bloody hell, look at that great big ugly cow!" His brief sulking spell was all but forgotten as he jabbed a finger in the direction of it. He made the mistake of gaping too long and almost inhaled a locust. "Blergh!" Spryly swatted violently in front of his face.
He fell into a broody sort of silence until he tuned back in again at the mention of buffalo or whatever. He didn't see a buffalo (whatever they looked like). "Bloody hell, look at that great big ugly cow!" His brief sulking spell was all but forgotten as he jabbed a finger in the direction of it. He made the mistake of gaping too long and almost inhaled a locust. "Blergh!" Spryly swatted violently in front of his face.
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.