Blessings

Ah chronic hand pain, you continue to kick my ass.

Wynn’s feet are probably gonna hurt later from all the shoe-less back and forth they’re walking on this particular road.

Wynn: I don’t care about that, you stay out of my conversations
Tocid: But I told you what you w-w-wanted!

Wynn Thinks: Not the brightest are ya skinny?
Wynn: No, you told me some shit that wasn’t your business to tell me

Tocid: Sssorry.
Tocid: I brought you a g-g-gift.

Tocid: You did r-r-really g-good today.