Jack: "Of course not, we satyrs excel in two categories, 1. Smell and 2. Detecting plot twists." He says. "But I bet you're happy you did this."
Dasper: he lays his hands behind his head, the gauntlets becoming a metal pillow for him. "same as always, brown-noser" he chuckles a little.
Wilko:-Inhales then exhales- I do what I have to... So... -swallows and spits out the word- Friend... What are you thinking about?
(ooh. Someones finding it hard to like Dasper ) Dasper: he sighs "I don't know anymore. I'm drained." he points up in the sky "that cloud looks like a unicorn... I've always liked unicorns...." (when Daspers around too much positivity, it literally sucks the life from him and leaves him loopy. Negativity does the opposite)
(Nah, he's just on Wilko's hit list. Thats all.) Wilko: I thunk it's... In our best interests to... -Gulps- Ally ourselves...
Wilko: Im friends with quite a few powerful people. Plus it's always good to watch your back. Plus if you were my ally I wouldnt have to worry about trying to kill you later.
Dasper: "trying to kill me? Why would you do that? You're funny." laughs unusually and overly excessive.