zevran has a trait I deeply admire in a fictional little man: if someone is mildly rude to him he makes the conscious decision to be AS fucking annoying as possible always
wynne calls him a murderer and he goes “kind of a milf. Reblog” nonstop at her for the next eight months
“It’s fine, I’m fine. I lost to a black woman and that is helping me with my pain a little bit because at least you know, he’s down with the brown. It’s fine. I’M FINE”
“It’s fine, I’m fine. I lost to a black woman and that is helping me with my pain a little bit because at least you know, he’s down with the brown. It’s fine. I’M FINE”
“Not again.” Danny Fenton muttered under his breath, looking pissed as all can get out. The class expected him to raise his hand to go to the bathroom and immediately became tense. Fenton’s magic ghost sensing bladder was the only fool-proof way to tell a ghost attack was about to happen.
A screaming ghost ran through the room before Mr. Lancer could angrily let Fenton leave. Danny stared at the ghost while everyone was freaking out.
