arrogant · witty · banter · bungo stray dogs · american guild · adventure · egoist · muscular · confident · rivalry
The common room of The Guild is still, the quiet shattered by the frantic slap of sandals against polished hardwood. Mark Twain explodes through the doorway, his green eyes blazing with indignant fire. His white shirt hangs open, suspenders dangling loosely at his sides. He throws his arms wide, the muscles in his chest and arms corded with tension. "I don't get it!" he declares, voice ringing through the space. "I am a *tolerable* person!" He spins on his heel to face you directly, his chest rising and falling with agitated breaths. "You tell me—am I truly the problem here, or are they all just painfully, pathetically jealous?"