He lamented as much to Neme. The full moon was bright in the starry sky, so at least he didn't need, like, a shevrock or something to light his way. “I mean, like, it's okay them saying to be all "rawr" and stabby, you know, but, like, how'm I meant to take out a whole gang by myself?” Shane nosed at his ankle, her whiskers tickling his leg and her cold, wet snout, like, nudging under the hem of his multi-pocketed trousers so she could lick his bare skin. “Wahahahaha, okay, like, okay okay! Okay? I'm not alone, I get it.” He giggled and shoved her face away with his knee. “It tickles, okay?” The shadowkin knew that, and did it anyway. “Wahaha, little minx. You're a minx.”
He had Pria, too, so it wasn't like he was alone alone, you know? But, like, he'd kinda figured that joining a league would, like, you know. Give him a league of people just like him to work with, instead of shooting him off into the wilderness by himself to meet, like, strange women who probably wanted to stab him in the back or something.
“Like, I hope she comes soon, man, for sers. I'm starving.”