He just can't keep it up anymore. Seeing Fabian get riled up enough to step onto the table itself has officially destroyed him, still delirious from last night's colourful events, injuries nagging at him even as he clutches at the armrest of the sofa for dear life, claws on one hand sinking into the fabric while the other is raised to try to cover his face, though his shoulders still shake with laughter. ]
Shit, [ he mutters. ] Ow, fuck.
[ It's probably what he deserves for riling Fabian up when he's just as fucked up, but in his defense -- in his defense, it's really, really funny. Gorgug's lethal like that. Riz can talk until the cows come home, but Gorgug can rile someone up with just a few sentences. He can kind of play off his laughter as a cough, but he's never been the subtlest guy in the world. ]
Would it really have been the coolest house party in Elmville if Gorgug and I weren't there? [ He shoots back instead, eyes bright with mirth. ] If anything, we helped!
[ He considers this. ]
Well, Gorgug helped. And he's the judge, soooooo...
[ Gorgug is in awe of the demonstration, himself. It's like watching the theatre kids at school, or that specific one with the aura of an actor, the one with the beret. Fabian would be good on a stage of any kind, and is inspiring in the way that Gorgug wants to get riled up too. Kinda tap into that half-orc energy of his that he's been letting loose of more.
But it's Riz beside him--coughing, wheezing, in pain, and totally trying not to laugh--that makes Gorgug remember what they're actually doing here, and not get too lost inside Fabian's growing energy. But also, that was totally a cough that Riz took. The courts can't prove otherwise.
And Gorgug is the judge here. So while listening to Riz, looking at him and nodding his head as he remembers his duty, he looks back at Fabain. Totally smiling. Totally happy. He's an Important Person right now.
He leans forward, an elbow on his knee as he informs Fabian: ]
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He just can't keep it up anymore. Seeing Fabian get riled up enough to step onto the table itself has officially destroyed him, still delirious from last night's colourful events, injuries nagging at him even as he clutches at the armrest of the sofa for dear life, claws on one hand sinking into the fabric while the other is raised to try to cover his face, though his shoulders still shake with laughter. ]
Shit, [ he mutters. ] Ow, fuck.
[ It's probably what he deserves for riling Fabian up when he's just as fucked up, but in his defense -- in his defense, it's really, really funny. Gorgug's lethal like that. Riz can talk until the cows come home, but Gorgug can rile someone up with just a few sentences. He can kind of play off his laughter as a cough, but he's never been the subtlest guy in the world. ]
Would it really have been the coolest house party in Elmville if Gorgug and I weren't there? [ He shoots back instead, eyes bright with mirth. ] If anything, we helped!
[ He considers this. ]
Well, Gorgug helped. And he's the judge, soooooo...
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But it's Riz beside him--coughing, wheezing, in pain, and totally trying not to laugh--that makes Gorgug remember what they're actually doing here, and not get too lost inside Fabian's growing energy. But also, that was totally a cough that Riz took. The courts can't prove otherwise.
And Gorgug is the judge here. So while listening to Riz, looking at him and nodding his head as he remembers his duty, he looks back at Fabain. Totally smiling. Totally happy. He's an Important Person right now.
He leans forward, an elbow on his knee as he informs Fabian: ]
Give me your best offer.
[ Make your gamble, Fabian. ]