A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

[built_fjord_tough]

"Didn't get shit done for this week," Fjord... kind of growled, actually, as he stood on the deck of the ship that class had been centered around without really actually focusing on for weeks now. "Meant to. Didn't."

For reasons that included but perhaps were not limited to whatever had caused that bruising along his left cheekbone, or that split in his lip where a tusk might have been forced through, a little. It had been a good spar, dammit. Fjord had no regrets whatsoever, though there were other people he would have preferred to be punching at the time...

"Anyway, there's a mutiny on the ship, they're pissed about shippin' displacer beasts or whatever. Crew seems split pretty evenly between the ones steppin' up to revolt and the ones still loyal to their captain. Pick a side, kick some ass."

That was not a suggestion. Work it off, class. Work it off.

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Re: Talk to Fjord!

[mages_suck]

A courier arrives carrying Fenris' cloth grocery bag. It's full of walnuts in the shell. A very badly written note that resembles something a small child would scrawl with their non-dominant hand says, "U can krak them with ur hand."

In his defense, he didn't get any sort of innuendo reference there might have been.

Re: Talk to Fjord!

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord took that bag from the courier and read the note. And then... hell, he grinned a tusky little grin at it.

"Well, hell," he muttered to himself. "Thank you, Fenris."

There were going to be some walnuts doing some serious suffering in the near future.