Quoted By:
[...]
“Avalsidal..!” The nun gasps as you step out from the house, step a bit shaky. “Are you okay..?! You were in there for quite some time. I heard that gunshot. What happened? You.. I.. where are your pants?”
“Hmprgh.” You make a noise unbefitting a vampire of your stature, trying to shake the frustration of your loss. You don’t mind dropping your pants in front of nuns–it’s just that you prefer to be the one making that decision.
>Let’s just get out of here.
>Ask her to give some of the fabric off her habit. You want nun pants.
>There was an ugly fight in there. Don’t worry about it.
>Lost them in a game of revolver roulette with a skeleton.
>[Write-In.]
