text | Free Toe Ring

[emet_sulk]

Type: Text
Sender ID: emet-sulk
To: Public
Subject: Free Toe Ring
Warnings: None besides the nature of the uh. toe ring (Game's A Foot) being what it is.

If there is anyone with a penchant for feet who would take this ridiculous toe ring off my hands then I would be much obliged.

[ He attaches an image of the toe ring, which was his reward from completing the investigation into the brothel's lockbox. ]

Comments

[catsgothistongue]

You just now pieced it together?

[emet_sulk]

The medium of text performs poorly when conveying sarcasm.

[catsgothistongue]

... Fair point. It's harder to come across words on a screen than in-person.

[Someone needs to teach them tone indicators.]

[emet_sulk]

Well, putting that aside, the captain of the crew I am a part of claimed this ring rather quickly. So I suppose we know where his preferences lie.

[catsgothistongue]

And this captain is...?

[emet_sulk]

Dongfang Qingcang, I believe his name is. A bit of a mouthful, I know.

[catsgothistongue]

[Emet-Selch wouldn't get a response for... a long while, only seeing '...' buffering in and out.

This is cause Ranma is too busy laughing his ass off right now.]

[emet_sulk]

[ After an appropriate amount of time passing where Emet-Selch would have expected a reply (yet receives none), he types again: ]

Do you know the man?

[catsgothistongue]

[Forgive him, he takes an extra minute to catch his breath, he might've choked a bit while laughing.]

I met him, yeah. Suddenly it makes a lot more sense. He seems like the type of egotistical prick who'd make people grovel, worship the ground he walks on and lick his feet.

[emet_sulk]

He does give off that sort of aura, doesn't he? Like the moon itself, he holds himself aloof.