Jarre: I DNIOWBS NEWSOWT FAASSSHHHLLL! *glares*

Oops, sorry. *releases*

Jarre: FLAMING ARCEUS, WOMAN. MUST YOU HUMILIATE ME?!

I believe you do that yourself.

Jarre: TT^TT Your words cut like ice...

Zanna: *chuckles slightly* That's a lot of teeth. Mine aren't so sharp. *opens mouth wide and bares incisors*

Rye: *looks to Typhen* Like you wouldn't believe. Over the years I have just learned to tune out such nuisances.

Altair: *to Rye* Who are you calling a nuisance? >.>

Rye: Oh, I'm sorry. Are you volunteering?

Altair: *grinds teeth*