His head darted left and right, looking around. He half expected to see that stupid Dib-stink and hear that grating, nail-on-chalkboards cackle of his. GOD, that stupid sound was like torture to his poor antennae. "Hmmm?" He looked one way, then another once more. "..Hmmm..." He saw nothing..everyone was just going about their business, avoiding his theatrics. There was no cackling save for the stupid horse laugh coming from this girl, so he gave up on the search, brushing himself off with a snobbish air about him.
His eyes were no longer narrowed. Instead, he stood up straight with his jaw in the air like nothing happened. He was totally awesome, totally composed, he was NEVER hit with a clod of dirt. What, you say you saw it? LIES. FILTHY LIES. But..now that that's cleared up..
"I still don't know what you're talking about." His voice was pleasant and so nonchalant as he denied the fact that he wore a wig. He'd deny it to the bitter end until he was caught red-handed. "Eh?" He lifted a brow, attention perking as the squirrel-head asked where he was from.
"...Che, well Earth, of course. Duh." His eyes rolled, his wrist doing much the same. Wasn't it obvious? I mean, he looked like a perfectly normal filt-spawn...aside from his terrible skin condition. "Where else would I be from? I live in a nice little house in a quiet cul de sac with my parental units." And oh, how he just stared in disgust when she started picking at her feet. He shuddered, one leg curling up as his arms folded against his chest momentarily.
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His eyes were no longer narrowed. Instead, he stood up straight with his jaw in the air like nothing happened. He was totally awesome, totally composed, he was NEVER hit with a clod of dirt. What, you say you saw it? LIES. FILTHY LIES. But..now that that's cleared up..
"I still don't know what you're talking about." His voice was pleasant and so nonchalant as he denied the fact that he wore a wig. He'd deny it to the bitter end until he was caught red-handed. "Eh?" He lifted a brow, attention perking as the squirrel-head asked where he was from.
"...Che, well Earth, of course. Duh." His eyes rolled, his wrist doing much the same. Wasn't it obvious? I mean, he looked like a perfectly normal filt-spawn...aside from his terrible skin condition. "Where else would I be from? I live in a nice little house in a quiet cul de sac with my parental units." And oh, how he just stared in disgust when she started picking at her feet. He shuddered, one leg curling up as his arms folded against his chest momentarily.