[oh, Rincewind doesn't like that. Doesn't like the judgement in Petyr's curled lip, the words thrown with such casual distaste. And there he is again, mentioning Chilton in the next moment, poking at the wizard intentionally, he's sure of it. That same assumption that there's something wrong with him in a way that his new, dear friend Petyr can lord over him.
Well, yes, there is something bloody well wrong with him, only it's got a church of followers and a television show, and here this damn noble has confused Rincewind's medication with his illness.
It's enough to anger him, and so it does - Rincewind's mouth draws tight, and even deep in the bottle his eyes can still cut a sharp line up at Petyr's perfect, patient, polished figure.]
You have not spent this whole blasted week running for your life only to find it didn't even bloody matter, you absolutely arrogant - ! [Rincewind cuts himself with a growl and begins to struggle to his feet, fighting gravity and inebriation. Never mind, damn it, never mind, he'll just leave.]
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Well, yes, there is something bloody well wrong with him, only it's got a church of followers and a television show, and here this damn noble has confused Rincewind's medication with his illness.
It's enough to anger him, and so it does - Rincewind's mouth draws tight, and even deep in the bottle his eyes can still cut a sharp line up at Petyr's perfect, patient, polished figure.]
You have not spent this whole blasted week running for your life only to find it didn't even bloody matter, you absolutely arrogant - ! [Rincewind cuts himself with a growl and begins to struggle to his feet, fighting gravity and inebriation. Never mind, damn it, never mind, he'll just leave.]