"I never said I was a lawyer either," Ash snapped, "and for the same reason--because I'm not!"
He studied Tara for a moment, wondering what had set her off so suddenly. There was nothing about his artificial hand that ought to be bothering her. It didn't make any sense to him.
But she was definitely glaring at him...when she didn't look like she was about to hurl. "What's got your panties in a bunch?"
OOC: Just a reminder--Ash has a modern prosthetic hand now, not the iron and leather contraption he built (with the blacksmith's help) in Army of Darkness. Of course, considering how much time he spent dealing with the Necronomicon* and the Evil Dead, the stink of necromancy isn't surprising.
*P.S. Ash's "gift" from the box of stuff was a page torn from the Necronomicon on which he had scrawled a girl's phone number--hey, it was all he could find to write on at the time.... He doesn't have it on him, but it's around somewhere.
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[Ash] Say what?
Date: 2006-10-24 02:22 am (UTC)He studied Tara for a moment, wondering what had set her off so suddenly. There was nothing about his artificial hand that ought to be bothering her. It didn't make any sense to him.
But she was definitely glaring at him...when she didn't look like she was about to hurl. "What's got your panties in a bunch?"
OOC: Just a reminder--Ash has a modern prosthetic hand now, not the iron and leather contraption he built (with the blacksmith's help) in Army of Darkness. Of course, considering how much time he spent dealing with the Necronomicon* and the Evil Dead, the stink of necromancy isn't surprising.
*P.S. Ash's "gift" from the box of stuff was a page torn from the Necronomicon on which he had scrawled a girl's phone number--hey, it was all he could find to write on at the time.... He doesn't have it on him, but it's around somewhere.