( oh, Steak would expect nothing less from Red Wine, and rolls his eyes at once again being ganged up on. Gingerbread, for her part, is honest enough to shrug, because she doesn't know what Steak was doing specifically, but she's certain he deserved it. )
Maybe they just saw his horns...
( closer to the truth than she realises. )
Oi!
( tsk. but that's besides the point, because... )
What are you doing here, Red Wine? Weren't you...
( Steak pauses, and frowns. what was Red Wine supposed to be doing anyway? he can't seem to remember. )
no subject
Maybe they just saw his horns...
( closer to the truth than she realises. )
Oi!
( tsk. but that's besides the point, because... )
What are you doing here, Red Wine? Weren't you...
( Steak pauses, and frowns. what was Red Wine supposed to be doing anyway? he can't seem to remember. )