<Yŏŭ gŭys măkĕ mĕ / Rĕăd Sŏmĕ Thĭngs ŏn / thĭs wĕbsĭtĕ. Whĭch ĭs / fĭnĕ. At lĕăst yŏŭ / ărĕn't săyĭng thĭs tŏ / trŏlls ĭn-pĕrsŏn. Rĭght? Yŏŭ / wŏŭldn't săy sŏmĕ ŏf / thĕsĕ thĭngs făcĕ-tŏ-făcĕ, rĭght?>
:> Such f^ith in them, Quilis. Arty s^ys “It’s cute she thinks th^t. Love th^t for her.” I h^ve to s^y it prob^bly h^s ^ point. <:
<Sărcăsm ĭs vĕry hărd / tŏ ĭnfĕr ŏvĕr tĕxt / sŏmĕtĭmĕs. I'm wĕll ăwărĕ / ŏf thĕ sĕvĕrĭty ŏf / thĕ sĭtŭătĭŏn.>
૮₍⑅´꒳`₎ა hello, hi⁀hey! to⁀be⁀honest⁀i⁀would⁀probably⁀need⁀some⁀of⁀this⁀information⁀tortured⁀out⁀of⁀me⁀before⁀i⁀would⁀admit⁀it⁀as⁀freely⁀as⁀some⁀of⁀you⁀do!
:> H^h^, don’t worry, we both figured you were. We’re being silly too. Arty s^ys “Quilis would NEVER be th^t dumb her br^in h^s NOT f^llen out of her skull.” <: