'No, no,' Cuthbert said quickly, 'that's all taken care of. I mean - not that I had... It actually turned out to be athlete's foot. Funny story, apparently you can get it other places as well if you accidentally- anyway, no, that's not why I'm here.'
Cuthbert watched as the distinctive expression of a person who didn't think terribly highly of him to begin with shifted into a face of disgust. He was getting quite good at recognising it. (Though it was always easier when it was unbridled like that.)
He scratched at his nose.
M. J. Magee - Friday, the 26th of August, 2016
M. J. Magee - Monday, the 22nd of August, 2016
When I first decided to build tools to help manage Cuthbert, I knew I didn’t want to get distracted from developing the actual game for too long. I wanted to build something quickly, then get back to the fun bit.…Continue reading
M. J. Magee - Friday, the 19th of August, 2016
'I have impeccable taste,' Cuthbert cried, offended.
He looked down at his stained (though he'd rather not guess what with) shirt tucked into his worn and threaded pantaloons.
'This is vintage,' he objected.
M. J. Magee - Friday, the 12th of August, 2016
'I'm only going to get you killed,' Dave said, with a worrying amount of resignation in his tone. 'It's not a matter of if. It's when. And how,' he added gruffly. 'And how long you'll suffer for first.'
He took a thoughtful swig from his bottle.
'And how bad the suffering will be.'
Cuthbert's smile was beginning to waiver. 'Well. It can't be worse than hearing about it,' he suggested cheerfully.
Cuthbert stared at the stall vendor. He looked so different without his glasses and moustache, like his whole face was naked. He shuddered.